Taking the liberty of posting a backblast; Slingshot laid down a solid Q, and if he lays down a solid backblast as well, then there will be one solid one, and this weak entry. Pretty sure I’ve seen multiple bb’s from some workouts in Waxhaw, so not unchartered waters.
Anyhoo, Slingshot gave a disclaimer, but no one heard him as the mumble chatter was already deafening. We did have one car honk to clear the lot as the pax was mustering. They were on a beeline for their morning shot of cholesterol and fat at Dunkin’ Donuts. Never, ever get in the way of a person and his/her donut(s).
Off the pax went after circling back for some pax who got out of his vehicle with no shoes on. Can’t remember his name, and in COT he couldn’t remember his own age. Mumblechatter was again overwhelming so I couldn’t discern his nickname amidst the cacophony. Also missing another pax in the list. We had 24, but I could only come up with 22. So, for the shoeless one and the other — #cobains
we did Jacob’s Ladder (aka 7’s) on some hill in Stonecroft. I ran into Geraldo & someone else during those and pert near went down. my comparatively low center of gravity (lots of gravity, at that) spared me
pax then ran to Hope OP for some running and rock work. Good find by Slingshot – we’ll be back there again soon. If Latin never lets us back on campus, that may be the next AO location for Hawk’s Nest. Knowing about 50 people that go there, including Sprockets, Spackler, Queen, among other pax — we might well get the “go ahead”.
then over to the bank for some people’s chair and then over to the launch lot. I’m a 5/3 certain that bank has been closed for 3-4 years.
Ye Olde Naked Moleskinné:
just random bullet-point observations
Other stuff happened, I’m sure. Sound off if so inclined.
Solid Q, Slingshot. Thanks for stepping up. IHOP on Q next week at the Nest.
Once upon a time, there was a workout called The Rock. Upwards of 40 or 50 pax could be found under & amidst the south Charlotte Saturday morning gloom. The goings on at this AO even were chronicled on local television. Those goings on were bootcamp workouts. Once thought to be extinct or, at the very least, no longer to be found in its former south Charlotte habitat — the experts were wrong. Bootcamp workouts, albeit on the endangered species list, are not extinct.
This morning at RockZero (nee The Rock, prior to a forced and uncomfortable prearranged re-marriage with DayZero after they left the relationship a couple years earlier) 17 men confirmed that the bootcamp workout is alive and still sitting up and taking nourishment. A la Marlon Perkins and Jim Fowler on Mutual of Omaha’s “Wild Kingdom”, Runstopper & YHC took the pax on a safari across the Calvary expanse (actually we didn’t range very far at all) to prove that the bootcamp workout is still alive. By the way, do you remember how Perkins used to send Fowler on the most harrowing tasks while he just sat back in the elevated safari vehicle and prattled on? Good humor.
Anyway, suppose some account of what happened should be included, so here’s a blend of Moleskinny & Thang:
TL was LIFO, we circled back a bit to pick him up after a weak disclaimer that included no mention of Covid.
COP consisted of the Sprinkler (stole that from Circuit City’s Q at RY on Thursday). I just can’t stand to look at the atrocious form when IW’s are called. No SSH’s, of course. We did some slow squats, a few burpees, some flutters..and some other stuff.
Then ran over to one of the lots for some bearcrawls, lunge walks (including back’ards), burpee broad jumps, etc.
Over to the picnic tables near the kitty litter. The hotbox was full of crows and/or ravens picking the flesh from some carcass….hope it wasn’t human.
Anyway we did some Little Baby Haze’s. Flipper adroitly corrected me when I called what I was doing step up’s. Thanks for the assist. See…I’m coachable. Also did some incline merkins, though my co-Q and others were doing dips & Derkins and perhaps other stuff. Choose your own Weinke, fellas.
Moseyed over to the pavilion for some people’s chair, overhead press, some little baby arm circles – forwards and back’ards, and some Moroccan Night Club’s. Thanks to Snowflake for the assist on the name for those sneaky little bastards.
Runstopper’s turn. He, of course, took the pax immediately over to the rock filled bridge over the gunch down the hill from the kitty litter. While many were expecting an appearance from Mr. Webb, alas, Jack never showed. The pax did, however, carry the rocks for the remainder of the workout. We did a bunch of stuff with the rocks – lots of old school sit ups, lunge walks – forwards and back’ards, flutter press, and some other nameless exercises that I’d never done before and will likely have me cursing under my breath this evening and all day tomorrow. Thank you very little, Stopper.
We went less than 2 miles. 1.89753 miles was the official tally. You’re welcome. Did I mention bootcamps are not extinct?
Now for some sundry moleskinnish observations:
Alright, that’s enough of this. I’ll close with this. As I prayed in COT, I am thankful for this fellowship, this brotherhood. There’s a story in the Bible written by a dude named Luke. It’s an exchange between another dude named Jesus of Nazareth and an expert in Jewish law. It may be familiar to some of you, and it’s known familiarly as the parable of the “Good Samaritan”. Luke 10: 25-37. I commend it to you, men. Notice the context in which Jesus tells this parable, and ask yourselves how that may apply to us in America, and the whole world for that matter. “Who is your neighbor?”
Thankful for you, men. It was a privilege to Q alongside Runstopper this morning, and it was a privilege and joy to pray for all of us, too.
Yesterday, I was jokingly bellyaching to Haze & Hopper about the potential for rain today. Haze defiantly stated the rain was “NO FACTOR”. That may well have been the case, but his alarm was a significant factor this morning. YHC called him at 07:29:48 to see if he was going to show and if he was ok. He was and ultimately ran in and joined us for COT. T-claps to him for taking his medicine directly from the likes of some of Area 51’s toughest rabble-rousers.
Anyhoo, after a scan of the pax revealed a very veteran crowd and some Kotters such as Cane (Mermaid dragged him out of the neighborhood) – YHC grabbed the Hawks Nest reins, gave a weak disclaimer and off we went for a partial tour of Olde Providence and tidbit of Stonecroft.
The Thang & Ye Olde Moleskine:
Short run around the front of Colony Place and over to the parking lot on the northern end of the complex for COP. Standard fare with no SSH’s, of course. Puddin’ was not yet refusenik’ing even after pedaling in to the Nest. Clover adroitly pointed out he should add a basket so to pick up groceries next time.
Not sure when Safe Lite and O’ Tannenbaum joined us, but they were late, to say the least….not as late as Haze, however.
On the runs – Spackler, Marge, Semi-gloss (for a spell), and Turkey Leg were Larry Bird’ing YHC…so had to yell directions ahead to them…one significant fail but no collisions during the Crazy Ivan.
We did a Triple Nickel on some hill with jump squats and hand-release Merkins. During this, Jet Fuel rightly pointed out that Haze owes YHC a six-pack…so there’s that to look forward to.
YHC implored Cottonmouth, next week’s Hawks Nest Q, to set 2 or 3 alarms. Could be a return of the laminated Weinke next week? One of those gems from Cottonmouth’s arsenal will surely be included in the Area 51 time capsule when we bury it behind the ABC Store at Arbo when we turn 15 or 20 or something.
Clover continues his annoying cadence count. He does dance to the beat of his own drummer. Gummy appreciates you ably carrying his torch while he continues to socially distance.
Lep was out front on some of the runs, as well…Irish blokes.
Snowflake ran in again…I think. Didn’t give him a ride home this week. Old man strong. Can’t imagine even a 1/3 of us will be posting F3 when we’re 58. Snuka and Flake will be going into their 80’s!
Prohibition was there, as was his beard and unwillingness to do Merkins.
We did some other stuff along the way, including some plank work while YHC ad libbed the morning’s feats.
Thankful we did not desecrate the brick wall outside Stonecroft…that would have cost Haze dearly.
We finished up with some Mary and some burpees. Rumor has it that Spackler actually did the burpees…don’t bet on it.
Insert complete pattern interrupt here:
Ever wonder why crazy things happen? Stuff that’s way out of our control? What’s your prevailing emotion/response to it? Fear or trust? In YHC’s prayer to take us out – prayed that all of us would grow in trust that there is a God, and He really is for us. All of us. And we’re not Him. And he frankly doesn’t owe us explanations nor set his watch to ours. That being said, YHC has grown to trust and believe that He is good and He’s calling all of us to believe and trust even in & especially during the storms of life. You know who knows this full well? Bout Time and his family. Here’s a link to the story God is still writing in their lives in/through the life of their young son, Jennings – a cancer survivor. Hope you’ll read it and watch the video!
There was a dude named Isaiah who inked the words below about 2,700 years ago:
“Have you never understood?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of all the earth.
He never grows weak or weary.
No one can measure the depths of his understanding.
He gives power to the weak
and strength to the powerless.
Even youths will become weak and tired,
and young men will fall in exhaustion.
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:28-31
“I love you guys” – Coach Norman Dale of the Hickory Huskers
A lucky 13 mustered for the “re-opening” of Hawks Nest, albeit at a temporary location (Dunkin Donuts at Colony Place). Floorslapper was early. Snowflake ran in. And Schmedium is still back in Charlotte until the Houston Texans get back to business again.
After a disclaimer that included the Covid silliness, a veteran group of pax launched into the glorious south Charlotte gloom for a Tuesday morning pain fest.
Here’s a bit of the Thang but more Moleskinny.
Pax ran down to OPES, and we did most of our work there, at the church across the street, and then finished up back at Colony Place. We did some mini-track work with various exercises, a few burpees, some burpee broad jumps, some rock work at the Methodist church. Ironically, Semi-Gloss, Deep Dish and the 0600 crew of White Claw (is that the name of all the OTB workouts that start later from Arbo or the aforementioned church?) launched from the church and then ran down to CP. We shared the parking lot for a few minutes.
Wasn’t sure how many we’d have. 13 it was, my favorite # as my mom was born on April 13th.
Anyhoo, here’s some observations from this morning:
Truly am thankful to be back in the gloom with you, men. I missed it, and I need it for many reasons. We went 2.3’ish miles.
YHC’s mom went to be with her Lord Jesus Christ 25 years ago today. Sharon S. Blankenburg, age 54 – wife and mother to 3 boys. Rough day for this youngest and momma’s boy. I’ll share this much and would love to talk further with anyone who is interested in hearing more — while 05/12/1995 was the worst day of my life, it was also the best day of my life in that it was the day God rescued me.
No one gets out of here alive, men. It’s a matter of when, not if. The only question is what’s next? What’s your destination?
Look forward to seeing you in the gloom again soon.
Thanks to Snowflake for taking us out in prayer.
I didn’t want the pax of Waxhaw to have all the fun in posting backblasts, so here’s a backblast of a workout that looked and felt a lot like F3, but it wasn’t. However, it might have had the following components:
Anyhoo, 11 pax gathered under the dark, hazy gloom of the streets of Wessex in order to “stay connected & reach out to those around us”.
We toured the cul-de-sacs of Wessex Square in northern Area 51. Too bad Curd’s house wasn’t decorated for St. Patrick’s Day. And Leprechaun was still bemoaning that Covid-19 stole his St. Patty’s Day Q out from under him.
Reasonably sure Puddin’s hands never touched the ground, nor did his six. Keep pushing, brother! The other members of Trifusenik were not doing the called exercises in someone’s garage or driveway or somewhere in Metro.
Mermaid parked in front of YHC’s house, and while the downpainment did not end in that particular cul-de-sac, he thought it did. After fetching his water, he eventually caught up with the pax for some burpees prior to the Trapezoid of Trust and some announcements. Hammer had already left, unbeknownst to YHC. Last I noticed him, he was walking on the sidewalk towards the launch point with his hoodie off but hanging off his bald noggin.
Speaking of bald noggins – Curd did a sadclown pre-run of 3’ish miles. T-claps.
Clover, also bummed about no St. Patty’s Day workouts, drove a long way for this opportunity to stay connected. He, too, parked on YHC’s street but was driving someone else’s vehicle. Don’t ask.
Cottonmouth was LIFO, arriving from F3Waxhaw or F3SOB land in his monster truck. He jumped right into line with the pax and said something about shooting the Coronavirus in the face on his way in. Much obliged.
Apparently, Lockdown was FNG earlier in the week, before the F3 moratorium on workouts, I’m sure. He kept up well and is sure to be an Area51 stalwart. I think he’s Marge’s neighbor? But I might have made that up? Marge was there, too and was out front with Curd all morning. I did not, however, hear him exclaim his customary Clemson greetings and niceties with Hammer.
The sole proprietor of the #Brewery was also in attendance, and got after it ably. Puddin’ kept asking him how to pronounce Coronavirus in Canadian. Weird.
As for what we did, I can’t really remember other than we did some AYG runs, some merkin variations, some Mary & various planks, and some squats and such. No SSH’s or Plankjack’s, of course.
We did go about 3.3 miles. Apologies for running afoul of Boot camp guidelines. Don’t know what the heck got into me.
We should stay connected and reach out to those around us again soon.
Here’s a cool song entitled “Fear is a Liar”. You should listen to it:
The pax mustered minus 3 pax who will not remain nameless due to their HC earlier in the week: Bulldog, Busch & Good Hands.
Nonetheless, after an anemic disclaimer despite the presence of an FNG #cobains, 12 pax launched in to the Friday morning Kevlar gloom. Wormwood (LIFO) came in squealing on 2 wheels and caught up with us. His parking job was atrocious.
Fist bumps still abounded, some gloved, some not. I think the fist bump is coronavirus compliant?
Anyhoo, here’s sort of what we did and how it was flavored. In other words, here’s the Moleskinny Thang:
Run over to the far side of the church for COP. Our FNG “Chunk” joined us at this point. Quite impressive really that he a.) found us and b.) even drove around looking. Did No Regerts tell you we start promptly at 0530? Chunk did ably for an FNG despite spilling merlot on a couple occasions.
Nanners posted for the 3rd or 4th? time this week. He’s sort of getting the hang of this F3 thing. He also came up with our FNG’s name. Not as golden as when he came up with “Country Livin'” many moons ago at Kevlar, but still a good effort. Much obliged, Bananas.
We did some long runs, rock work, triple nickel on the parking lot hill, burpee broad jumps, etc, etc
Gusto & Crypto were pushing hard. Good to meet you, fellas.
Madison was getting after it as well, perhaps partially recovering from last night’s HH activities at Mac’s.
Whip is in better shape than all of us even after Coronavirus-like lung and immune system issues for the last year. T-claps, brother — glad you’re getting back to full speed, which is 2X the speed of the rest of us.
Spackler was ruing the fact that he did not stay in the fartsack…said as much 3 minutes into COP. The “Titos-infused one” is a master of FEBA (look that one up in the F3Nation Lexicon).
So can’t really remember all of what we did as I was constructing the Weinke as we went….of course! If you can’t do that – you haven’t Q’d enough.
When we got over to the high school building for some People’s Chair and BTW’s, I corrected and said it should be BsTW. That’s when Manziel, who was right next to me, said – It is actually BallTW for me as he is a testicular cancer survivor. T-claps, brother. And also T-claps for pouring yourself into the tutoring at Billingsville Elementary every week (Tuesday’s at 4:30pm, men – see Manziel for more info).
Horsehead was adding his unique brand of commentary throughout. One sample from this morning: “South Carolina is going to shoot the coronavirus in the face!”
Hope I didn’t disappoint, Faultline – he’s a runner, and we barely went over 2 miles. #cobains The pax got more/less what they paid for. Tis always the case.
Now on a somewhat serious note. I’ve been a bit too dismissive of all this coronavirus fear, anxiety, overreaction (in some areas). But since I’ve been accused of being one of the F3 chaplains, I will offer a few quick thoughts:
I am thankful for you men. God gives us others, including the fellowship of F3, to remind each other of the truth. Fear is a liar, and it is not from God.
Be cautious. Be well. Be prayerful that those who are far from God will be brought near during this crisis. And be prayerful that those that claim to be near God will be reminded of his truths.
I think O’Tannenbaum might have been nearly 5 minutes early to the workout. Amazing. He said he got up in plenty of time, was bored and didn’t know what to do with all the extra time. Other pax do pre-runs or something. But not OT, nor YHC.
Anyhoo, 14 other pax joined us, were quickly disclaimed with a mention of the 2nd birthday for Hawks Nest (actual date: 03/13/2018 – only reason I know that is Alf put it on the shovel flag).
Gloss was there a little early, doing his unseemly pre-workout stretching routine on the curb. Not sure why he bothers as he doesn’t do any of the exercises. Didn’t even realize he’d peeled off from the pax until we returned to the launch lot. #cobains
It was quieter without the banter coming from the other 2 members of Trifusenik. Wish Doc McStuffins (original co-site Q) could’ve joined us. Can’t wait to have him return to the gloom soon.
On to the Thang & Moleskinny:
We only went about 1.75 miles. For those pax wanting more mileage, Fast Twitch launches at 0515 from the same lot.
We did a few burpees, some backwards bear crawls, some Walthar N’Djaiye’s, and other stuff. Not YHC’s finest effort but tried to keep moving & working, no 10-counts (those should be outlawed, as should SSH’s and plankjack’s).
Here’s some skinny — Deep Dish was at the first DV at SCMS…pallets and all. Deathvergence, Swan Song, Funeral, Final downpainment, etc is tomorrow for DV. Come one. Come all. It will be……interesting.
Hawks Nest may be the newest A51 workout? Except for the resuscitated Olympus. When did WAMRAP start? Regardless, it remains the finest A51 Tuesday bootcamp workout.
Hammer, Marge and Lewinsky greet each other with a “Go Tigers” exchange all the time. #GAR
Good to have Ickey join us at the Nest.
IHOP’s ready to Q, he’ll be on the Q schedule momentarily.
Tried to canvas much of campus this morning except the track and football field. Should have called something on the Q’Bert steps…next time.
Speaking of next time – Leprechaun is on Q next week on St. Patrick’s Day. True Story. You’re welcome. Bring all your offensive Irish jokes. Lep’s not Irish, by the way.
This was a morning when the pax stayed in their cars until the very last minute, except Spackler who came flying in late…he likes the attention. The pax was disclaimed and off we went for another edition of RockZero. I think O’ Tannenbaum showed up at about 8:10am.
I’m not going to list everything we did, rather, I’ll list a few things we didn’t do:
SSH’s, Tunnel o’ Love, Plank Jacks, Chest-to-Chest Partner Carries
We did a lot of exercises to 20, some to 13 (of course), and others to 15 or 10
Did some backwards bear crawls up the turf hill in front of the rec building, some rock work, some work at the hot box including some double squat jump up’s, some burpees.
Spackler was overdressed, and kept whining about dropping off all his extra clothing at his SUV. Um….no.
Hoover did a pre-run by himself.
Circuit City overslept and missed his normal DaVinci post. He won’t admit it lest he anger the SOB’s, but he likes RockZero better, and it’s much closer to his home and allows him to sleep for an extra 1/2 hour on the weekend.
Cottonmouth talked with Bounce for about 40 minutes about taking Creatine or some such…I think they worked some deal in the parking lot afterwards as Cottonmouth is a supplier. Runstopper wore manpris.
Jet Fuel was quiet today…and said he would likely not vote for Tommy Tuberville for governor of Alabama. rolldamntide.
Stone Cold wore extra warm gloves…so he says.
Ductwork wore elbow length ski gloves….YHC noticed after the workout….weird.
Levi just puts in the hard work and wants no fanfare.
Boerewors was getting after it as well, but was not a fan of the rock work and runs.
Last week, Geraldo was talking about the launch of F3 Long Island…it was warmer there this morning than Rock Zero.
It’s getting to be dinner time, so I’m going to sign off, but must say thanks to Hoover and Geraldo for tapping me to Q. Was struggling towards the end, but hope you fellas got your money’s worth. We hit 2.8’ish miles, which is well beyond what I would normally do. You’re welcome.
There’s a Beer Mile in April at a south Charlotte middle school near you. Gummy is the Grand Marshall.
And Levi told the pax to give blood or platelets or some sort of bodily fluids at a center near you.
In the immortal words of Coach Norman Dale of the Hickory Hoosiers – “I love you guys.”
Last night, Gummy texted YHC with a thank you, a caution and a threat. Having been duly encouraged, how could YHC not Q the first Hydra edition of the new decade?!
Both site Q’s DR. No SF, sadly. Nevertheless, 17 pax mustered including an on-time yet still LIFO Floorslapper. Also, in the pre-game walkthrough, YHC noticed Daisy had made a return appearance – good to have him back amongst the Area51 faithful.
Below is a brief description of The Thang and some Moleskinny:
We ran a lap around OPES – Geraldo tells me it’s a 1/3 of a mile. OK. He didn’t actually inform me of that until the 2nd lap during the partner rock work. Hammer did not leave the hoodies behind in 2019; but he did actually leave it on the entire workout. Despite living about 1/2 mile from the AO, he still left prior to the Mary at the end. Nature calling, no doubt…or just doesn’t like people and the niceties that sometimes accompany COT and thereafter.
Natured called Gloss a few times, and he was muttering something in COP about the wings. Big man fall hard. Thankful he kept it bottled during the partner segment of the workout.
Clover continues to use the stall tactic of asking for a demonstration of called exercises (Gummy would be proud), and it worked once. YHC is a slow learner.
Marge couldn’t help but bring up the Clemson-Ohio State game with Hopper. Hopper, gracious as ever, was willing to discuss. Thanks to Hopper for extending YHC some grace during COT as I forgot him during Namearama. #cobains
IHOP and Slingshot are posting machines, and they both ran in…I think…even without Sprockets. Another should-be proud moment for our absent site Q’s. Methinks they both of these OP denizens need to Q soon.
Snowflake also ran in. The Respect just keeps putting in the hard work…unlike Spackler who is nearly 20 years his junior. Spackler did post, but after exclaiming he was “done” with about 10 minutes to go in the workout (as if he had been getting after it prior) — YHC replied, “I think that was the case before you posted.”
Though I didn’t hear a peep from Thunder or Queen during the downpainment, they both were getting after it as per their norm.
Didn’t notice if Jet Fuel was neatly tucked in this morning, but I did note he must have been working hard as he left a clear imprint from his t-shirt on the smooth OPES asphalt.
Mr. Magoo, another one of our triumvirate of Respect’s this morning, continues to post and defy his age with the work he puts in. T-claps.
We ran some laps, did some rock work, including Rockhopper’s with an actual rock. First time YHC has ever called that one. We’ll do that again.
An awful lot of complaining after the hot lap around the school. YHC audibled but shouldn’t have. Won’t make that mistake again.
….now back to Gummy’s text to YHC at 8:44pm last night. His final word of ‘encouragement’ was “Don’t embarrass us”. Thanks for the pep talk, coach!
Hope I didn’t embarrass or disappoint. Welcome to 2020, men. I pray all of us will have a better understanding of who God is; but, moreover, a deeper trust in Him. Thankful for you guys.
After fartsacking on Thursday, YHC needed to post. After checking the website to find no Q listed; YHC inquired of Mermaid as to who was Q’ing. He informed that he was DR and that Margo was finding a Q…not so much. Here’s what Margo put out on the Twitterverse: “#F3Centurion will have a PAX led Q tomorrow. Come with ideas for your favorite things.” Don’t think so. YHC & Udder stepped up at that point…and actually Udder Q’d about 2/3 of the downpainment.
Giving site Q Margo some grief, but all in good fun…methinks he is the longest-tenured site Q in all of Area51, perhaps in the history of Area51….though Haze may have had a similar tenure at Fast Twitch.
BTW, Margo forgot the shovel flag, too; but in fairness it was buried below about 272 pounds of Christmas light boxes and other Griswoldian paraphernalia.
Anyhoo, below is some Thang and Moleskinny:
After a wandering, mediocre disclaimer from Udder that would have left Mermaid shaking his head, off the 10 pax went to Carmel Commons (or whatever the shopping center is called) for COP & a rough 11’s call from Udder: Jumping Lunges & Burpees – with running the stairwells and length of the retail complex in between. It hurt. Haze was yelling back to Udder that it should have been 7’s rather than 11’s.
The early finishing pax did some Mary while waiting on the six. Lorax, Haze, Brilleaux & Snuka were out front and almost lapped YHC….narrowly avoided that. Any knucklehead that says, “It’s you vs. you” – is wrong. We all know that. Stop with the silly sayings. Another saying that’s weak: “I am third”. Stop counting what place you are in line. Just serve. True humility is giving little to no consideration to yourself. C.S. Lewis put it this way:
Ok, off the soapbox now. YHC took the Q reins at this point — and we headed back towards CCHS, stopping at the rock quarry and doing some sets of thrusters and other stuff x13, of course. These were OYO. OYO.
Clover cleverly asked for a demonstration to stall…but even the relative rookie Point Break knew what he was doing. It did take Lorax and someone else about 3 minutes to find a rock…and he exchanged at least once. Boxing Day was yesterday, brother. Grab a dang rock, and let’s get to work!
Snuka was throwing his rock around like it was a Christmas ornament. After last week’s forced tutorial from Champagne at Anvil, the fast-running Respect is a lifting machine.
The not-so-loquacious Thunder Road & Brilleaux (the x is more silent than him, or is it?) were getting after it as they always do.
After the rock work, we ran over to the front of CCHS for some double-squat jump up’s & dips; then back to the launch lot for some Mary including Makthar N’Djayie’s…of course. 13 of them, to be exact.
That’s it for the workout, or at least what YHC can recall.
Some other sundry, yet noteworthy, observations:
Margo’s beard is still legit. Clover still loves ND and Duke though, thankfully, made no mention of either this morning. Purple Haze posted at a bootcamp workout. We did not visit Tartarus. Chelms was not there.
That’s it and that’s all, sports fans. Tierra del Fuego. Muchos obligatos. Feliz Navidad. Joyeux Noel (that’s for everyone’s favorite French Iowan, aka Brilleaux).
Passez un bon weekend!