The Weather Is Here; I Wish You Were Beautiful

The Weather Is Here; I Wish You Were Beautiful

7 guys braved the very slight threat of Hurricane Doren to join me at Clyent Dinner. The weather tonight was awesome. Overcast so no sun. 15 MPH breeze that helped keep us cool. Maybe 80 degrees but the breeze and clouds made it feel much cooler. I wish every workout was as nice.

In keeping with the title, 6 of the seven guys that joined tonight definitely out kicked their coverage. The 7th (the lone teenager) is still trying to find the field.

I took a last minute Q after Bottle Cap begged and pleaded for help. Mostly because early on at the inception of Clyent Dinner I had committed to him that I would help Q when I could. 6 months in and this is my first Q at this site….whoops.

I had promised on Group me to keep it to 30 minutes of cardio and 25 15 minutes of gear. #FusedIt. Arrived 8 minutes early to find Honeycomb riding in on his bike. No, not a bicycle. His tricked out motorcycle that he only flashes at Clyent Dinner. Jingles arriving on Jingles Time EARLY?!! Tupperware rolled in. Out of nowhere Finch strolls up. I realize Honeycomb had never met Finch so I explained that when I started F3, Finch was the boarderline gazelle I was always chasing. Deceptive speed and endurance. Glad to see you back out at workouts Finch! 2 minutes to go here comes site Q Bottlecap with the cut off sleeves. Warns of a last minute Jingles entrance for Centerfold.

DICCS Given.

WARM UP – quick mosey around the parking lot (hoping I gave Centerfold enough time to join – I did not). I’ve got the late 90’s/early 2000’s Hip Hop playlist going. I lean over to Tupperware during the run asking if he recognizes the song (Its Outkast – So Fresh and So Clean). He think’s its Biggie. Kids (eye roll).

THE THANG

Light Pole Suicides. 5 Pulse Merkins on the out. 10 In/Outs on the return. I “think” we did 6 light poles before I called a recover. Somewhere during this work Centerfold decided to join us. I previously asked Tupperware and Bottlecap to run with the 20 lb medicine ball in hopes it would slow them down enough to allow the Clydesdales to keep up…..it did not.

Back at the start I called out Deconstructed light pole burpees. 20 each. First light pole 20 squats. Second light pole 20 merkins. Third Light pole 20 in/outs. 4th pole 20 Bobby Hurleys. Called a modify for the second set of light poles with a 15 count instead of 20.

Line up against the wall at transporters shed in Rudy position wall sit position. Group does below and above wall slaps while the first person does to medicine ball raises over their head. Then pass the ball to the right. Continued wall slaps and medicine ball raises until all 7 had done the medicine ball raise. I think we were all glad when that was over. My legs were burning and my shoulder unfortunately was too.

Line up back on the path for beat the Q. Sprint to the light pole. For every pax I beat, 5 jump squats. Jingles was on IR with limited sprint ability, yet still managed to beat me a couple times. Honeycomb gave it all he had several times to beat me but I did get him at least twice. Finch put in some work and beat me a couple times as well. I had to cheat get creative to beat bottle cap once. For those that have done this with me before, the point of it is to obviously get some extra work in. So I tend to handicap it as we go along – either starting before the pax or calling fake signals getting pax to go to soon and then sprinting past them as they walk back. Is it unfair – of course – but I’m the Q. We started out the sprint telling the group that the key word is “Go”. I proceeded to keep on telling them about the importance of only going on Go, not other words. After about the 4th or 5th time of me saying “Go” (and me slowly walking towards the next light pole) Tupperware caught on. “Wait – you said go” followed by a sprint. Other slick calls included “On your mark, Go”. “Ready, Set, Gopher”. And last but not least, another one Tupperware caught on to “Go for her” (instead of gopher). Anyways, I digress…we did a lot of sprinting and no more than 10-15 jump squats in between. Bottle cap hated my tricks (have we found his kryptonite?)

We arrive back to the car just in time for 15 minutes of gear. It was apparently too much for Tupperware who bounced early.

Grab a weight out of the back of the car (while we were serinated by Biggie). 30 lbs dumbells, 25 lb dumbells, 35 lb keddle bell, and 20 lb medicine ball were the weights.

10 single arm rows (right hand Finch) rotating weights each time for 4 sets.

10 single arm rows left hand rotating weights for 4 sets.

Military press ladder down mixed with a hold ladder going up. 10 presses, 9 presses and 1 sec hold, 8 presses and 2 hold. Down to 0 presses and 10 second hold. Apparently the 1 press and 9 second hold followed directly by a 10 second hold was too much for people. A lot of weights were dropped.

Triceps – several tricep extensions 10-12 each, 2 dip stations (20), and a 12 lb dumbell kick back (10-12). Pax did all 6 stations.

Biceps – 25 lb dumbell double curls. 30 lb hammer curl. another 30 lb hammer curl. 12 lb double curl. 35 lb curl. 20 lb medicine ball curl. I think we got 4 rounds in before time. Everyone got 10 reps in and rotated.

Time.

MOLESKIN

Cuthbertson is fun to lead at while lit. Adds a whole new element to the campus when you can see where you are going. An unused hill near where we part makes for some horrible hill sprints (which I didn’t use today but considered).

Not a bad workout considered 80% of it was made up on the spot. I had a rough plan – 30 min cardio focused and 15 of straight gear; but had no clue exactly what I was going to do to eat up time – other than the suicides that we started off with.

Thanks for sticking with me with the wall sit medicine ball thing. I had not even considered it would be down there with us and when it was, I decided we needed to use it somehow. It sucked worse than I would have thought it would. My bad.

Big push out of everyone. Finch giving it his all during sprints. Jingles going for sextuplet (wait, that’s what they do in Millbridge – pineapples or something right?) this week. Jingles kicking it into extra gear during sprints even with an injury. Bottlecap and Centerfold leading the charge – no surprise there. The big surprise for me tonight was that Honeycomb overtook Tupperware for third place during suicides. Apparently one to many queso’s while closing down Moe’s this summer (or in reality, some huge work put in by Honeycomb lately).

Hope Challenge. Bottle cap lead into this months challenge to share something you have or are struggling with and how you overcame it. I don’t know why, (maybe it was the small group) I felt compelled to speak up. I spoke of addiction. Not addiction of alcohol, tobacco or drugs; but of a lesser known thing that likely affects more people….Food. I’ve been big all my life. I was 145 lbs in 6th grade. 225 lbs going into 9th grade. At my peak before joining F3 I was 255. I’ve struggled with weight all my life. For some people, they eat food because they need it to survive. I eat because I enjoy it. I eat because I’m bored. I over eat. I eat bad foods and I eat too much of them too often. I have very little will power and often find myself grabbing a twinkie (or oatmeal creme pie) and coke on car trips that are over 2 hours. Exercise has never been an issue for me. Before F3 I was at the gym 5 to 6 times a week – lifting and running. I joke that I work out not to be a mens health cover model, but to not be 300 lbs. Why do I make these bad decisions when I know they are bad. I don’t know. I would argue I’m primed for weight loss success more than anyone. My wife owns a successful nutrition coaching company, shes a personal trainer. I literally have all the tools and knowledge right in front of me….yet I still grab that hamburger and fries instead of a salad (guess what I had for lunch today). Weight gain for me is the sad clown that is always waiting to jump on my back. In the past I have yoyo’ed as much as 30 lbs in a year. This past year after completing the weight loss comp I committed to trying to stay under 235 for a year. I have about 2 more months to go, but I am close to reaching that goal (though right on the line at 234.8 – that hamburger and fries for lunch may have done me in). As many may have figured out, I don’t do well at being “coached”. Many of you that attempt to constructively criticize just piss me off and come off to me as ass clowns that yell instead of motivators (I’m working on getting better at that by the way). Many of you have silently encouraged me throughout the year without knowing it. Seeing a guy run past me that I know I should be ahead of motivates me. I have Shake N Bakes external dialog internally all the time (If you have never worked out with shake, he calls himself fat boy a lot and yells at himself). So I’m not sure exactly what you or I are to get our of the Hope Challenge. I hope exposing a struggle I am going through (and have and will likely always go through) helps some of you. The gazelles have all checked out by now, but perhaps there are a few clydesdales like me that constantly battle that may get something out of this. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m game. Just know as Posse wrote in his 4 year anniversary back blast….the sad clown is always there waiting. You can’t put work in and then scale back. Its constant effort to keep that SOB at bay. If you see me struggling at a workout – feel free to give me an encouraging line….but better yet – run past me with all you got.