if it looks like a tornado

and acts like a tornado, then it probably is a tornado. Last night a storm passed through New York City and it's environs uprooting tress, knocking over tractor trailers, downing power lines and making a greater hassle of the evening commute. There was one fatality.

I was caught out in the storm with my eldest daughter. Overhead, a large ominous cloud settled over the city like an alien mother ship. Thunder rumbled like distant kettledrums and then we were pelted with hailstones, larger than Chicklets but smaller than M&M's. I mentioned to my daughter how hailstones usually precede tornados. But not to worry, I reassured her, we hardly ever get those. Hah! Luckily, the worst we experienced was a few hailstone beanings and a little drizzle. Other areas got hit hard. News sources seem reluctant to use the "T" word (click the title and see), preferring the ambiguous "tornado-like." Whatever.

if it looks like an ass-kicker:
-5 min burpees
-10 minutes 2x25kg db squats
-Tabata row (Concept 2)

I haven't done this workout. I'm about to, and it has all the characteristics of an ass-kicking workout. I predict pain. I'll edit with my verdict.
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OK, it was an ass-kicker:
-5 min burpees (only 57)
-10 minutes squats (only 8 minutes and 40 squats)
-Tabata row, sucked before and sucked again

I tried something new with the burpees-landing in the down position of the squat instead of catching myself half-standing. I thought I'd give myself a good stretch doing this but the effect was negative. With the squats, I employed the interval timer (30 sec work/rest) but couldn't sustain that pace past the 8 minute mark. I quit before I pulled something or tweaked my back. After a short breather I mounted the rower anticipating a painful 4 minutes. Surprise-only the last 3 minutes hurt.

The no-mas-ometer reads 4.0.

Before I forget.
Yesterday:

-5 min burpees (62)
-10 minutes of single-arm c&p (90)

Wasn't feeling it today doing the c&p. The left arm was balky-weak grip.

The no-mas-ometer reads 3.5

3,416

110/65/59

3,473

there's no "e" in spuds

If your knowledge of farm produce is based on what's available at the typical supermarket, you might think there are only two kinds of potatoes: Yukon Gold and Idaho. I'm no expert, but I'm certain there's more variety than that! Lucky for me, there's a farmers' market at Union Square. We bought a bag of peanut shaped spuds yesterday. I'm not sure how I'm going to prepare them this evening, but I'm leaning towards a treatment with olive oil and garlic.

Before hitting the farmers' market, I put 2 k on my Concept 2 rower. I have not touched the rower since I embarked on the now 11,000 plus burpee challenge. As soon as I pulled on the handle, the rotor sent up a cloud of dust that almost initiated an asthma attack. My time was 7'44"1, not exceptionally fast, but not disappointing. It seems that the burpees, while not making me a stellar oarsman, kept me physically prepared for something. That's gpp.