11 men got down to business at Commitment this morning. It went down like this:
Rough start
Settling In. Mosey with pinball for the leaders to the concession area.
Track Work. 400 meters with sprints for the straightaways and burpee broad jumps around the curves.
Stone Work. Mosey to cinderblocks and bricks with lunges on the way (front and backwards). First, cinderblocks, but then bricks for most (except Camacho, Transporter, Red Rocks – I think) who kept the cinderblocks. We did the following but the Q does not remember the counts.
Wet Hill Work. 7-8 times up the big wet hill behind the middle school, with ascending burpees at the top.
Journey Home. Pinball and backwards run back to base, with a few burpees in cadence at punctuated periods. Few burpees in cadence to finish us off.
Moleskin (Written entirely, unedited, by FNG Crisco)
FNG Crisco here, in town for one session only–visiting Ice Nine for the weekend. Never done F3 or anything similar (read: burpees were a painful revelation). The previous night Ice Nine typically downplayed the realities I knew were in store: “We’ll just go out and have some fun,” he said. LIAR!
I’m in decent shape–put in weekly miles on road bike, cardio in gym, push ups, some weights–so was very surprised/ashamed to find myself losing breath while counting… THE JUMPING JACKS. Yeah, the jumping jacks, are you kidding me!, 60 seconds in, a child’s exercise. Well, there were 100 of them. There were 100 of everything at first, I couldn’t believe it–that and the size of the sweat stain I’d left on the asphalt parking lot within minutes.
Quick notes: Heels to Heaven, Bicycle, Russian Twist got me pretty good; laid facedown on ground a few times during planking. Burpees on the track were mental, glad I didn’t eat anything beforehand. Cinderblocks, a terrible idea, respect to those who kept them. Backwards lunges take balance.
But Ice Nine was not lying: it was fun, a lot of fun (this mostly came to me when reflecting in the car heading to breakfast). Of course the work was difficult and Ice Nine was a beast (I don’t care how much he downplays it), but you are a great group of guys–everyone was very friendly and welcoming to an FNG. Busting ass early in the morning in potentially bad weather, it’s better than coffee.
Thank you everyone for the experience and the handle FNG Crisco. Respect! Great to meet you all. I’d join you guys if we lived down here–probably just weekends haha.
Post note: It’s 11:28; as I type this Ice Nine is nodding out in chair in front of cartoons.
Thanks again,
FNG Crisco
That “Rough Start” section is a little deceptive. What little I remember of that morning was the 100 SSH in cadence count. My fuzzy math puts that closer to 400. Still, as a firm 6’er (for now), I didn’t think I could do 100 Jacks. I know I didn’t get all 400, but feel pretty confident about the 100.
Ice9 is the Mister Rogers of Drill Sargents. Great encouragement to push through some self-imposed limits. The right balance of leading from the front, and leading from behind with a literal hand on your back for the last few moseys (mosies? mosi?). But he’s still a Drill Sargent.
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