15 men received Toolbag’s message promising hurt at The Maul and decided to show anyway.
Thang
Moleskin
Running on fumes this morning in the mental department so we went with bread & butter (aka boring simple, but hard). Even the stats were bread & butter – some hills, about 2.5 miles, and a decent amount of upper and lower body work with some burpees (really no workout should be without burpees). Playground set took a little longer than expected and we had to ditch a little competition that was planned. Back in the bag for another time.
Toolbag received some flak this morning for his promise that YHC would hurt everyone today at The Maul. I heard, among other things, comparisons to a restaurant promising salmonella to its customers if they come for dinner. But, as men of F3 we know that the promise of hurt is more like a restaurant advertising the spiciest dish you’ve ever tasted. Regular men would be turned away. But not us. And, sure it may burn your esophagus and probably won’t taste too good — but you are damn sure going to be walking out of that restaurant with more hair on your chest. More importantly, you will walk out armed with the knowledge that if you could handle that hell-fire of a dish, you can handle just about anything else any other restaurant (or your M, or your mother-in-law) tries to throw your way.
All that to say, Toolbag is a subliminal marketing genius and 15 men showed up to get hurt and walk away stronger. Hopefully YHC delivered at least somewhat on that promise. Will be Qing at Bagpipe on Tuesday and Rebel Yell on Thursday. My goal will be to make it spicy and hurt you just enough, no matter your athletic abilities. I hope you’ll join me.
Strong crew of veteran and new, young and old, SOB/IL and A51 PAX all left it out there today as we chased Purell around and tried to catch him. Appreciate you guys and the opportunity to lead.
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