Hopper, Chopper & Runstopper – say it aloud. It’s fun to say. They all posted today…pretty sure Chopper was LIFO, by the way.
Great morning to post, and a crew of 21 was ready to go starting with a 5-burpee warmup. This is when the griping started aka mumble chatter.
Below is an accounting of this morning’s events – mostly unrelated to the workout itself – aka Moleskine.
A few observations as YHC arrived with 2 minutes to spare.
Ok. Ok. So we did COP over in the professional building lot. As we headed there, Spackler was already complaining that the pax spent the whole time there last week with Limey on Q. Those that don’t do the exercises cannot complain, right? Refusenik’s forfeit that right!
We weren’t there long. We ran down to OP, stopping a few times for some burpees. At one stop, some smart@$$ asked “where’s Buc-ee’s?” Answer: already planked up and 20 seconds ahead of you lollygaggers.
Did a bunch of wall work to include Mike Tyson’s, Wallthar N’Djaiye’s, People’s Chair with overhead press, Donkey kicks and some other stuff.
Snuka was out front on the down & back runs. If I can a) even post and b) give that kind of effort when I’m 59 – that will be cause for much thanks. T-claps Snuks.
Pretty sure Gloss & Spackler took a lap around the school rather than the called exercises. #modifiersextraordinaire
Runstopper said that Mike Tyson calls the exercises “Runstopper’s”
We moseyed over to John Wesley’s milieu (aka the Methodist church) for some rock work, mostly thrusters with some curls and tricep extensions. Curls are worthless and Puddin’ said no one noticed his/him/them at the beach recently.
Was thankful for the movie trivia lesson that was delivered by Geraldo & Puddin’ during this segment.
Gloss just kept wanting to head home, so I delayed our departure of course.
Marvel was getting after it the whole time in his silent assassin way…Thunder Road & Beetlejuice likewise. I think Beetlejuice ran in as well, but that doesn’t count as he only lives a 5-iron away from the Nest.
Speaking of silent: that word does not describe Limey’s sphincter. Sweet mercy.
So….that’s it. Buc-ee’s took us out in prayer. Please keep giving thanks and praying for God’s healing for Bout Time’s son Jennings. He’s a great God, so don’t make him too small. Be bold when you go to him. I promise you won’t overwhelm him (that’s you making yourself too big).
Until next backblast….
Floorslapper arrived at 5:30:42am, just after YHC commented he was potentially still to join us. So after a weak disclaimer that talked about risk-mitigation and after waiting on Floorslapper, 10 pax launched into the south Charlotte gloom at Centurion.
4 of the 10 pax wore their safety-conscious fluorescent yellow/green shirts….in fact, taking responsibility for their own safety. We used the crosswalk in front of Catholic to cross 51 – GOP was impressed by the safety-consciousness.
Unfortunately, neither site Q was able to post as Preschool’s M is on bed rest expecting their 2nd child (prayers continue for sure) and Mermaid texted at 5:10am to say his back was hurting and he was heading to Raleigh. Really think he was just making sure YHC didn’t sleep in a la Margo last week.
So here’s a bit of Thang and some Moleskinny:
Ran up to the top of Tartarus for COP. GOP was complaining that we didn’t do a warmup (aka COP) before scaling Tartarus. #cobains
Clover had a mild panic attack when he got to the top and realized YHC turned left rather than right at the top. #patterninterrupt
After COP, we ran down the stairs and made our way over to the least known natatorium in Charlotte. Runstopper remarked that he loved this parking lot due to the smooth pavement. M Stopper will be even more thankful. No tights, by the way.
Did some stuff on the sloped lot and then made our way to the rocks down Little Avenue. Grab a rock – way too much scrutiny and chit-chat about finding the right rock by the pax.
Made our way over to the 2nd palliative care/hospice facility near Centurion. Perhaps the first time Centurion pax have ventured there…someone should check with the historian.
Did rock work and runs for a while…and Clover and Slapper reminisced about their boyhood days at the former Trinity College in Durham (now known as Duke University). Speaking of history. here’s a little nugget about the Dookies:
“Duke University traces its origins to a small school that opened in 1838 in Randolph County, North Carolina. Originally a preparatory school for young men called the Union Institute Academy, it was then chartered as a teaching college named Normal College by the state of North Carolina in 1851. The school underwent another transformation in 1859 when it turned to the Methodist Church for financial support. Reflecting the new partnership, the school’s name changed to Trinity College.”
There’s very little “normal” about Clover & Slapper.
After the rock work, we ran back to the launch lot – traversing through “Jack in the Box” drive-thru. Does anyone ever eat there? It amazes me that they are still in business.
Did 7.5 minutes of Mary with a 13-burpee finisher. Finito.
Couple other observations:
Huddle House and Sable are buddies from Appalachian State. You know – that basketball school up in Boone. Keep an eye on Donovan Gregory of the Mountaineers!
Thunder looked well-rested. Ickey less so; but both were thankful for the 2.07 miles vs 4.07 miles as is the custom of some bootcamp Q’s. Meant to keep it under 2 miles, apologies men.
Point Break was getting after it as he always does…
Please continue to pray for M. Preschool and their baby. God’s listening.
And ask God to heal Jennings Palmer, Bout Time’s son. Cancer sucks as we all know – pray that Jennings is restored to full health (bone marrow transplant was yesterday), and that many people hear the story so God gets the attention and many come to know the hope the Palmer’s ultimately have in their God.
Passez un bon weekend. App State & UNC-G are dancing. Duke, State and Wake are not.
The backblast title describes both my lone 35 lb. kettlebell and my tired, 48-year old frame. Despite those undeniable facts, Horsehead and Stone Cold still tapped me to Q Area 51’s oldest workout — affectionately known as Skunkworks. Horsehead was so confident in YHC that he reminded me where the Skunk pax parking lot was….which is, indeed, a new location from the last time I posted there….3 years ago? 4 years?
A hearty pax of 17 mustered for the Tuesday morning downpainment in the south Charlotte gloom, 16 of which arrived before YHC. What?! The Q was LIFO?! I think I had the longest drive….
Anyway, after a weak disclaimer that did include a reference to the legalese on the website, we launched with 16 veteran pax and 1 FNG — the soon-to-be named Skeletor (EH’d by Madison – T-claps!!!).
Below will be a rambling reminiscence of the proceedings with color commentary, aka “The Thang & Ye Olde Moleskine”:
Can’t remember who remarked on my KB as looking beleaguered, but he was right. It looks like it’s got more miles on it than it does. Kind of like when dudes buy old looking John Deere or IH hats so folks think they’re tough, country, etc. Don’t try to fake it men. That doesn’t work in any arena of life.
Speaking of country – had no idea Stone Cold was from the rural suburbs of Salisbury, NC! That’s scenic Rowan County for those of you paying attention. He did not attend high school with David Whisenant of WBTV. If they don’t erect a statue to that Whisnenant cat in downtown Salisbury, it will be a travesty of justice and history.
So we moseyed a few lots over from the launch lot with KB’s racked. Is that how you say it? Not entirely sure that’s what we did.
Warmup lap without the KB, of course. Don’t EVER run with a KB. If the Q calls it – you are a Refusenik at that point. With the running, some pax were already grumbling. What? Running? WTH?
Circle up for the 2 or 3 KB exercises that YHC remembers: Swings, one-arm swings, upright row, renegade row. Also called Louganis, Thrusters, goblet squats, etc.
COP did not include the KB’s, and some of the pax were really getting annoyed already.
Would have to lean on both Hoover & Stone Cold for KB ideas and tutorials during the proceedings.
We partnered up and P1 would run down/back about 50 yards (100 yards roundtrip) while P2 did the called exercise.
Circled back up for some Mary including flutter press and other sundry exercises. Did this 2 or 3 times.
Ok – enough of The Thang. No one reads this part anyway (or backblasts for that matter), and my lack of KB knowledge doesn’t provide much in the way of ideas for future Q’s anyway.
Speaking of future Q’s – Header or Victoria are on Q next week at the Skunk. Horsehead wasn’t certain.
Victoria is an outstanding nickname, by the way. The DBU grad? (made that assumption based sole on the DBU shirt he was wearing) seemed like a good sport about his nickname. DBU is Dallas Baptist University, by the way.
Also, speaking of female nicknames – I informed Lois this morning that my maternal grandmother was named Lois. True story. Tweetsie said he would refer to Lois as “Hops’ maw-maw” from now on. Not sure how I feel about that? Yes I am. Don’t feel very good about it, frankly.
Ok…what else happened this morning?
Point of Personal Privilege:
Thankful for you, men. I need F3 as much now as I did 9+ years ago. Might also need some assistance from Whiplash after my first KB workout in 3-4 years.
God is faithful. Always.
Red pill tasted pretty good this morning. But full-disclosure: YHC likely would have eschewed that pill had I not been tapped by Teddy & Wingman to Q the new Monday SOB bootcamp affectionately known as Firestarter. So after making Tonya-tine’s acquaintance (sorry about the nickname…but don’t ask for a new one as you know the outcome would be less to your liking) and making a brief, rambling disclaimer off we went into the SOB gloom.
Below is some semblance of the Thang and some rambling though hopefully thought-provoking Moleskinny:
Have been to Blakeney plenty, not so much for F3, though I think I was at the launch of DaVinci? That being said, had forgotten how little cover there was in that shopping labyrinth. We did find shelter in a couple places, however, including the bank branch drive-thru and the double stairwell. Did I mention we all took the red pill?
For the 3 of you reading this – here’s what the F3Nation lexicon has to say about the red pill (aka daily red pill or DRP): “the Q’s daily commitment to accelerate his fitness, fellowship and faith.”
So how is your daily commitment to these 3? Obviously, the fitness one is easy to measure a la Strava, spreadsheets and all the mileage/merkin/burpee counting and such among the pax. How about the fellowship? No – that’s not counting how many drinks you have daily, hopefully not by yourself. But how many men are you pursuing to see how you can serve and pour into their lives and the lives of their families? We were not created to do life alone. That’s why the isolation of the sad clown is so dangerous and insidious. And Faith? How often are you pursuing answers to the big questions of life: Origin, Destination, Purpose, Ethics. As men, we’ve got more than enough places to talk about news, weather, sports & politics. What about “accelerating” your spiritual pursuits? Just a thought.
Anyway…back to the ramblings about the downpainment.
We did 2 sets of 5 on the stairwell: H-R merkins + HTH on one end and DryDocks & Dolly’s on the other. It was alliterative. Then over to the bank branch for Mary in the drive-thru – flutters, Freddie Mercury’s, etc., etc. It wasn’t alliterative. Back over to the dual stairwells for 5 rounds of Jump squats & Burpee’s.
Speaking of alliteration: try saying “Tolkien, Teddy, Tonya & Trickle” 5 times really fast.
Spent a higher than average time in the people’s chair, did some Walthar N’Djaiye’s, overhead press, etc., etc.
So…the title of this backblast: “No Soft Surroundings”
For COP, the pax circled up caddy corner from a store named “Soft Surroundings”, ostensibly selling home accoutrements, clothing and other things to soften life for its customers as they struggle in the harsh realm of south Charlotte, Ballantyne, Blakeney and the like.
In my 10th year of F3, I’m grateful for the life-changing impact its had on me, many friends, my family, and our communities. But I’m also struck by how much time we spend trying to “cushion” ourselves from life. Life is, after all, difficult. The best teacher I’ve ever learned from said: “In this world you will have trouble.” So why is it so many of us live life as if the goal of life is to arrive safely at death?
So there’s your 3rd F consideration for the week. If someone asked you: “What is the goal of life? How would you answer them?
Kotters to Tolkien. Thanks to Wingman and Theodore for tapping me to Q (I love Q’ing the pax, it’s a privilege). Good to see Trickle and his “Cat in the Hat” Arsenal Gunners socks. And awesome to meet Tonya-tine…perhaps you should demand a rename from the Waxhaw pax…upon further reflection, it likely would end up better for you.
Thanks also to Tolkien for taking us out in prayer.
“The Rooster” crows sometime this Spring in Waxhaw? – it’s a team marathon or if you like to run marathons, you can run by yourself.
There’s a blood drive in the future. 40 pints drained from the pax last Friday. T-claps to Mighty Mite aka Dracula for organizing and recruiting.
And the Blakoverites will start stretching again when it gets warmer according to Tuck. He and Chopper did join the Firestarter pax for COT.
Passez un bon week mes amis.
Quick, customary disclaimer after everyone emerged from their well-heated vehicles at 5:59:37. 19 Area51 pax launched, and Floorslapper reclaimed his LIFO status, joining the pax 4 minutes into the workout….and order was restored to the world.
As expected, it was an especially mumblechatterish pax. This is Hydra, after all. Thankfully, 2 or 3 pax actually cadence-counted otherwise I would have lost count for sure in COP.
Below is some Thang and more Moleskinny.
During COP, I called Dancing Chilcutt’s (named after former Tarheel hoopster Pete Chilcutt), but those should be done in elbow plank, not regular plank #cobains. Why? Because the only thing you ever saw with Chilcutt was his flying elbows in the lane. Spackler was the only one actually doing Dancing Chilcutt’s but that’s because he was mindlessly modifying.
We did some other stuff in COP – IW’s of course, No SSH’s obviously. Called out some true bootcamp exercises like bear crawls, burpee broad jumps & Wallthar N’Djayie’s. Relatively sure Trifusenik did none of the aforementioned exercises.
Good to meet Broken Arrow this morning. That’s Proehl’s dad, by the way.
Brandi was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. 27 degrees. Because why not?
Also good to make Bubble Wrap’s acquaintance among the pax. During the rock/running partner work – I had to tell Clover that his partner’s name was Bubble Wrap….too which he said, “I think his name is Matt.” He may have been right?
The OP posse ran in (Huddle House, Sweater Set, Brandi & Slingshot).
Marge also ran in. 2.15 miles he says, and also ran out at 0630. 0530 launch might work better for you, chief.
Snuka was WD by about 15 years….ok only 10 or 11. #ageless
Mayday – KOTTERS! Come back again soon, and I don’t mean in March.
Geraldo & Puddin’ were going great guns on the obscure movie trivia (Google Keith Gordon – he’s the same age as Snuka). They even extended the conversation after the workout. I’m fascinated by their knowledge of all things trivial in pop culture, music & movies. I suggested they start a podcast – “F3LittleKnownFacts”…coming soon.
Buc-ee’s, Motorboat & Gloss clowncarred, I think…Gloss may have ridden home in the bed of Motorboat’s truck after the soiling that took place in the Methodist church parking lot.
Deep Dish, who will be napping this afternoon, was unusually quiet due to lack of sleep, but still posted! Let that be a lesson to all you fartsacker’s….none of whom will read this, actually.
Thanks to Puddin’ for taking us out in prayer. Please remember to keep asking God to heal Jennings Palmer. I dusted off the orange wristband this week. #allinforjennings
The Bible verse Bout Time included on those is Exodus 14:14. Quick lesson here: The scene is the Israelites running from the Pharaoh of Egypt and his army. The people were understandably terrified. They had just been told they were free after 400+ years in slavery/captivity. Well…Pharaoh changed his mind. But God didn’t. They were at the coast of the Red Sea. Exodus 14:14 reads: “The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.” These were Moses’ words to the Israelites in the face of a seemingly impossible and catastrophic situation. Guess what? Moses was right. Many of you know what happened next.
Will you men join me in claiming that promise for Jennings & the Palmer’s? “The LORD will fight for you, Jennings.”
Grateful for all you knuckleheads.
A Trio of Area51 “begatten” Waxhaw pax (Fuse Box, Posse & Chastain) posted with passports in hand at Hawks Nest. Among many other unsavory things, they were treated to a Puddin’ Pop disclaimer that included a John Dalton (Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse) quote about “watching backs” and “taking out the trash”.
A solid crew of 22, indeed, helped Puddin’ and site Q’s Hopper & Deep Dish take out the trash. Since Puddin’ is neither on Slack nor post backblasts; and because Posse asked for a backblast at 8:14am – YHC is your Huckleberry. But don’t expect 2 or 3 backblasts for the same workout as is the custom in the Land of the Waxhaws.
What follows below is very little Thang and as much Moleskine as I can recall. But don’t worry, Clover promised to fill in all the blanks as well as make up some stuff.
So here goes —
COP consisted of your basic stuff. Though at one point, I thought Puddin’ was going to call Makthar N’Djaiye’s but instead went with the H-R merkins. Mildly disappointing.
Slingshot had already worked up a sweat on his run in from the heart of Olde Providence, so he was ready to go. Not sure which of the OP denizens joined him – perhaps IHOP, Salt-N-Pepa and Huddle House? T-claps
We then ran down to Abbotswood for what would be a long 1/2 pipe beatdown in groups of 3. On the run, I was thankful I am vertically challenged so not to potentially clotheslined a la Geraldo, Hopper, Gloss, etc. My triumvirate included Marge & IHOP, both of whom were likely hating it as they weighted for me to unhook the plow as they did many more called exercises than I.
Ickey was already complaining about the running, at this point.
Brandi and Chastain were there, even running together at one point. Chastain should have broken out his tripod (true story) right then for that photo op, but Brandi likely would have taken off his shirt prior to the snapshot.
Chastain was circling back for the six on a few occasions as well. Good man.
Posse’s headlamp was mistaken for a car on a few occasions…don’t see those things much in these parts….headlamps, that is.
Hammer has resurfaced lately, and it warmed my heart to see the behooded grappler.
Buc-ee’s was sporting the Buc-ee’s brand t-shirt this morning, which from a distance in the gloom resembled an old school Aquaman or some other dorky DC comic hero, but we’ll go with Aquaman.
Sable was getting after it while lamenting Yosef’s misfortune with Puddin’ and Gloss. Motorboat was mocking the lot of them. It’s the Sun Belt, fellas. The Sun Belt. Ooh-La-La…
On the way back, sort of, to Colony Place – we did more merkins at each Clark Griswold on Summerlin. After which Puddin’ called Buc-ee’s for a 10-count but took off running again when Buc-ee’s got to 2.5 in his count…or was it 8.5?
Spackler bolted from COT, certainly not out of disinterest in filling his passport, rather nature’s calling or because it was too cold for him….or because he checks out of any announcements lasting more than 37 seconds.
Someone said we got 2.6’ish miles? I don’t know. Who cares except runners on Strava and Rucktards.
New workout starting at Porter Ridge HS in January. Consult your globe to find that one, and pack a lunch…and your passport. Pretty sure Horsehead lives in that neck of the backwoods.
Wasn’t mentioned in the announcements, but for those of you inclined to pray — please remember Bout Time’s son Jennings. At 5 years old, he is battling leukemia for the second time – and they have a steep hill to climb; but Jennings and his parents Lauren & Joel are good climbers. More importantly, they trust in their Lord & Savior Jesus Christ and their God who never leaves them nor forsakes them.
Bout Time shared the following in his latest CaringBridge post — it is from Paul’s letter to the Christ-followers in Rome: “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” HOPE, men. HOPE.
Tongue-tied or short of breath, don’t even try
Try a little harder
Something’s wrong, you’re not naive, you must must be strong
Ooh, baby, try.
That was Spackler’s disclaimer & encouragement prior to launch…don’t believe me? Ok, actually that is the opening stanza of English band Kajagoogoo’s “Too Shy”, released in 1983. Why do I mention this? Glad you asked.
Puddin’ Pop, with a partial assist from Geraldo, gave me the history of the song and lead singer – Limahl, not le Maul after YHC mentioned posting at The Maul yesterday. You never know what may come out of the nether regions of Puddin’ & Geraldo’s steel memory vaults — containing all things pop culture, TV, music, etc.
By the way YHC is Hops, not Spackler, as he refuseniked the backblast and said as much during COT.
So here’s a bit of Thang & mostly Moleskinny below:
Actually only 19 of us did the workout. Site Q Emeritus and Poet Laureate of Area 51 – Sprockets – ran in for COT.
We ran over to the church parking lot for COP, where Geraldo soiled himself. Spackler then had the pax partner up, grab a rock, and run with it to Evelyn’s Hill or Evelyn’s Rock or whatever. So we ran the hill 3 or 4 times with rock exercises while partner ran up and did 15 merkins. It was Covid compliant, as we were all wearing gloves, except Proehl and maybe Lorax.
Speaking of gloves – Hopper shared how his pair of French gloves had held up beautifully for 2 years. He bought these wondergloves when he and M. Hopper were in Paris for their 20th. Puddin’ Pop guessed the boutique at which Hopper bought these mittens. Steel vault. Weird.
Now back to the church, return rocks, and head over to SCLT baseball complex for starfish work. Spackler called for modified burpees which YHC thought meant some feeble knee bends, but he actually meant squat thrusts. Also, at some point Hopper pointed out that it was the first time Brandi ever wore sleeves to an F3 workout. 25 degrees will do that, I guess.
Slingshot asked for donations to fill the monstrous pothole behind the school. I’m donating an unused bag of Sakrete.
Deep Dish updated the pax on the Vegas odds for Clemson at VT this weekend. #F3Bookie
Some other funny stuff happened…hopefully, you guys will chime in with some more flavor.
Good bootcamp Q Spackler – less than 3 miles. Glad to be back on the bootcamp circuit.
Please keep Bout Time’s family in your prayers. His young son Jennings’ cancer has come back, and they have another long fight ahead of them. God is able to heal, so let’s boldly ask Him to do so. Ask Him. Often.
We all have things that weigh on us, things we need — relational, financial, mental struggles. Risking getting too “faithy” here, but men –> there is a God who cares and listens. He is not a genie granting wishes, and He is not some cosmic vending machine. But even if you’re not a praying man – what do you have to lose? Ask. Knock. Seek. An ancient king named David once wrote, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.” He always feeds the hungry.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew 11: 28-29
15 pax mustered prior to 0530 (Floorslapper would join us at 0533), and after waiting for Smokey to walk the 100 yards from where he parked – YHC asked if any pax needed a disclaimer. Did have to reintroduce myself to Erin Brokovich. Had only posted with him once at Hawks Nest. So, we launched into the humpday south Charlotte gloom. At this point, Spackler was already asking for mileage. Anvil. Bootcamp. Low mileage.
We yogged around the Swole lot and a couple others and circled up for COP. Welcome Floorslapper. Ductwork said the warmup run pace was a little quick. #cobains
Most of what follows will be Moleskinny with a sprinkling of Thang.
Standard COP but worked in some burpees which was met with some grumbling and refuseniking, of course. Horsehead was doing some odd-looking stretches already at this point. His knee is dinged up. Later, I asked if that was why he wasn’t doing the burpees. Answer: “No. I’m just used to not doing them.” Fair enough. Purple pill it is.
Did some rock work with some sprints/runs, and then headed over to the pavilion for some Bernie Sanders Recliners (aka Peoples Chair). This was the point in the workout when Clover said Rocky & First Blood II were the two finest movies ever made, and his personal favorites.
Puddin’, in between not doing the called exercises, was quoting Dirty Steve from Young Guns. By the way, watching Blacklist on Netflix, and in the most recent episode I watched – the boxer (pugilist) member of Young Guns had a quick appearance until he gutted himself with some Samurai knife.
Did some overhead press and Walther N’Djaiye’s…thought Smokey was going to break down one of the doors during these…Calvary likely to send Lorax a bill for the replacement door.
Snuka and Magoo don’t say much, but they were 3 of the 5 Respects in the group, and were getting after it. Snuka and Smokey were racing during the rock work. Spackler said he held back waiting for slower-paced long mileage.
Lorax informed Point Break and YHC that he was staying home as it is his son’s birthday. Birthday’s seemed to be the topic du jour at COT, and Clover strangely knew about 8 pax’s birthday’s. Also said today was his 1/3 or 1/6 birthday?
Limey posted for the 89th consecutive weekday. T-claps.
Snowflake, aka Area51’s War Daddy, ran in and put in the hard work. You can thank him for the Walthar’s as he introduced them to me 5 years ago at some Union County AO from which F3 is now banned.
Stone Cold and 49’er may have clowncarred it over from their neighborhood? The clown car is kind of a lost art form among the pax. Let’s bring that practice back, shall we?! Great to have 49’er back in the gloom after a temporary 4+ year retirement from F3. And thanks to SC for taking us out in prayer.
Puddin’ waited until the 6 MoM to roast the pax with his flatulence, and Spackler regaled the pax with prolific tales of his 1st grader’s farting exploits.
Anvil and Swole should do a joint COT. Lorax/Point Break and Voodoo (or High Tide) can coordinate.
For those of you who know Snoop of F3 Metro (and for those that don’t) – please pray for healing for his fiancée Laura who suffered an aneurysm a few days ago and is in ICU. God can heal anyone, so let’s ask him boldly to do so for her. Aye?!
Thanks to PB & Lorax for tapping me to Q at Area 51’s best AO. Next time we’re going up NorthFace at least once.
Happy Hump Day. We should really do a happy hour. Where’s the damn camel?
8 modern day warriors strode into Cerberus. Their minds were not for rent. It was a fine assemblage of pax, so be careful what you say about this company, as it would also say something of society.
They knew changes aren’t permanent, that’s why they continue to post. No FNG’s in this group – though Smuggler & Bypass are relatively new to the south Charlotte gloom. Keep posting, men.
All the pax caught the witness, caught Alf’s wit, caught the F3 spirit, and might’ve caught YHC’s spit (aka the snot rockets I was hurling as we ran the parking deck ramps).
Really not clear on what Neil Peart, Geddy Lee et al were trying to convey. I do know my next FNG name will be Tom Sawyer…because: why not?
Reason for the references to my favorite Canadian rock band is that Udder’s brother was blasting some Rush as he screamed at the pay-for-play crowd in the parking deck this morning.
So below is a bit of Thang but mostly Moleskinny:
Swimmers was late, not Floorslapper late but after 0530. We waited, nonetheless. #cobains
Good to learn Bypass is also from the Heartland, Alf went for the dig right after YHC asked “which part of Indiana are you from?” Well played, Alf.
So we ran some ramps, did a Triple Nickel and a Jacob’s Ladder. Taught most of them the Walther N’Djaiye.
No idea how much ground we covered. Didn’t start my watch. Not much ground covered. Fair amount of Mary mixed in with ramp running, some donkey kicks (hadn’t called those in a long time).
Some other observations from this morning’s mean, mean striding:
One Star and TL can call out some cadence. T-claps…though One Star struggled with the math a bit…you sure you got schooled in the Ivy League? I have heard they’re next-to-impossible to get into but easy once you’re in 😉
Smuggler was an FNG roughly 2 weeks ago. EH’d by One Star who apparently failed to post for Smuggler’s FNG downpainment. Good work out there Smuggler. Keep at it, brother!
Ironsides is a huge Rush fan and said he has a concert t-shirt signed by the entire band….he was also going on about Tom Sawyer having attended Appalachian State for a couple years.
Ok. That’s it. That’s the backblast. I like backblasts, and also since Waxhaw requires backblasts, preferably 2 for every workout, I figured I better post one.
Wait a minute. This 3-headed dog known affectionately as Cerberus – is that SOB, A51 & Waxhaw or is Union County the third head? Who cares. Good work men. Now go serve and love others and die to that selfishness that rises up in all of us. Aye!
As has become the norm for Hawks Nest, a problematic (not really) number of pax mustered for the Tuesday morning downpainment in the Area51 gloom. 28, to be exact including 2/3 of Trifusenik, 1/2 of the men in OP neighborhood, and the rest of us. Floorslapper was on time…if you’re superstitious, watch out for other strange occurrences today.
So after a very brief and weak disclaimer, the pax launched. The following will be mostly Moleskine with a sprinkling of Thang:
Run around outside of Colony Place and back into the lot behind the medical building. Circle up for COP, which stands for Circle of Pain. Did some hand-release merkins, plank shoulder taps, flutters, IW’s, slow squats. This was when Semi-gloss was lamenting all the Chinese he ate the night before. #peekaboo
We then ran into the adjacent neighborhood, but not before I heard Champagne voice his concern about going too far. We didn’t. I think we stayed under 2 miles for the whole deal this morning, but my Garmin and the ability to use it properly are suspect.
Did some exercises at various crossroads while looping through Stonecroft & a bit of OP. Only had to stop once for a blue-collar driver who gave the pax the peace sign…or flipped us off, not sure. We circled around back to Rea and back towards CP. Beetlejuice pointed out he doesn’t notice the upward trajectory when he drives that route…it is a bit of a sneaky climb. We then cut through the condo neighborhood where Gloss visited his office. Hopper wisely suggested we tip over the Port-a-Jon. Could have been an Area51 all-timer. We won’t neglect that next time, so beware as that is likely to happen. Take care of the paperwork at home, men. Think we did some Dolly’s in the cul-de-sac.
Back to the medical building parking lot for some burpee broad jumps, lunges – frontwards and backwards, bear crawls & karaoke. Moseyed over to the fountain for a bench set with some dancing Chilcutt’s and Makthar N’Djaiye’s in with the jump/step up’s & dips.
Jog back to launch lot for 6 Minutes of Mary including some Freddy Mecury’s, Boone crunches & finished with 13 burpees OYO (On Your Own). #crowdpleaser
COT (Circle of Trust) with Hopper taking the pax out in prayer
Sundry observations from this morning’s rendition of Hawks Nest:
Probably lots of other stuff to report, but it was all I could do to come up with the 27 other pax names who posted. No phone recording; remembering the pax names is my mental exercise for the morning. At 48, still have a little mental aptitude left.
As for Hawks Nest and passing the torch to Deep Dish — appreciate Hopper’s kind words during COT. Don’t say it (or type it), Gloss. We’re not getting a room. In all seriousness, Q’ing a workout or stepping up eventually to be a site Q is how you become a better leader. And for those that aren’t aware, the mission of F3 is:
Getting in better shape, sharpening others and being sharpened by others (Proverbs 27:17), and recognizing that you are not the primary reason you are on this ball of dirt –> that’s F3, at least in my simple, short way of summarizing. My biggest “aha moment” in my almost 9 years in F3 was when God made it clear to me that He wanted me to give away what I’ve found in Him. For those reading this, you may be familiar with something in the Christian faith called the Great Commission (Matthew 28:18-20). Two things on this: 1) it is not called the “Great Suggestion”, rather it is a Commission (an instruction, command, or duty given to a person or group of people); and 2) it is focused on others, not yourself.
After all the workouts, 3 sites launched, coffeteria’s, happy hours, 3rd F groups, etc., etc. — my biggest encouragement to you men is to “give away what you’ve found in F3”. Not out of guilt, compulsion, or some over-inflated sense of F3 duty; rather, give it away to another man because you are grateful. Grateful that another man thought enough of you to invite you to a workout.
Grateful for you, men.