effin family feuds

So on Mondays, Thursdays, and Saturdays - I have a crew that is pretty regular.  I call em, My Guys, because they're mostly in their 50s and mostly like extra fathers to me (all 6 of them).

And what's kind of neat is how My Guys like to reel in their family members...wives AND kids. It's some kind of parental torture; they get such satisfaction out of kicking their kids' butts.

So.  Last night's class had a 5 minute finale - planking (oops!  sorry...not.)

And tonight I received this text:

"My father and I just had a planking competition in my family room because he thought he could plank longer than I could.  He was right.  I'll be at class on Thursday."

AHAHA!  That stuff brings tears to my eyes.  Only the effin gym can bring out those awesome fit family feuds!  But wait - it continues:

"Don't mention it to him - I don't want him to get the satisfaction!  We almost ended up going to the track because I told him I could run a mile faster than he could...now THAT one I'm positive of!"

Hell yes.