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Krampus Is Coming To Town

The cold and rainy conditions were perfect for the impending arrival of Krampus, the half goat, half demon creature that in Alpine folklore accompanies Saint Nicholas and punishes naughty children.  Fourteen unfortunate souls were dragged off into the gloom on Krampus’ sled to face their punishment.

Warmup run to the mouth of Tartarus and circle up for COP consisting of 20 SSH in cadence, 20 IW in cadence, 20 Mountain Climbers in cadence.

The Horns of Krampus:

Begin at the bottom of Tartarus’ stairs, run up the stairs to the top and do 20 merkins.  Run to the middle staircase and do 19 merkins before descending.  At the bottom do 18 merkins, run to the beginning point for 17.  Continue up and down stopping along the way until finishing at the launch point with one merkin.  For round two repeat the sequence but substitute squats for merkins.  Fortunately time was running short after round two so we audibled out of round three with sit-ups to prevent Krampus from inflicting even more punishment.

Run to the picnic tables in front of the school where some of the PAX began to fret about the slippery conditions.  Fortunately no step ups were in the Weinke so the helmets and harnesses were not needed.  While reminiscing about Checkpoint’s multitude of mishaps and misadventures at Centurion we did 5 rounds of 20 reps of split squats, dips, and incline merkins.  Run back to the launch point for a perfectly on time arrival at 6:15 am.  No time for Mary, so the PAX will have to visit Purple Haze at Planet Fitness or Spackler and Buttermaker at Orange Theory to get their core work in.

Today’s Moleskin is brought to you by the good people of Mucinex, DayQuil, and Afrin  for allowing YHC to struggle through 45 minutes of a workout and having barely enough voice to explain to the PAX what we were doing.  Only 9 more hours to go before our sponsors pass the reins to bourbon to get YHC through my company’s Christmas party (which YHC does not want to go to) and the F3 Area 51 Christmas party (which YHC does want to go to).  Please keep Bout Time, his little boy, and his family in your thoughts and prayers in the coming weeks and months.  Also stay tuned to the comz channels for information on how we will take care of them since that’s what we do best.  YHC hopes to see everyone this evening at the aforementioned Christmas party at Seaboard in Matthews.  Unlike corporate parties, there will be no forced conversation while nursing a single drink, carefully minding each word spoken, and keeping an eye on the watch and waiting for the earliest opportune moment to perform the Irish Goodbye.  For those of us who are introverted and socially awkward, these occasions often make us wish that Krampus would arrive to drag us off.  At COT this morning, Udder jumped in and fired up the Voice Memos feature on his phone.  The lack of confidence in YHC’s ability to remember 13 additional names besides my own is quite distressing.  There is still a bit of precious time in the thirties that YHC is clinging to with a vice like grip before the fog of dementia soon sets in.  It is also possible that Udder is simply a stereotypical millennial and cannot fathom performing even the simplest of tasks without the aid (crutch) of a smartphone.  The latter is the more palatable option so that is what we will go with.  Next week Centurion will launch from the Cameron Wood clubhouse on Birnen Drive so Margo can walk us through the winter wonderland of lights he has created in his yard.  Those prone to epileptic seizures should probably opt for another AO that day.  Merry Christmas.

Southern Discomfort Update: The Route, The Qs, The Details

We are closing in fast on the third annual Southern Discomfort which will launch at 7:00 am on Saturday, October 21st.  The details are about 90% complete, which is pretty good for a consulting and project management “professional” such as YHC.  It’s more fun to leave a bit up to chance anyway, it keeps things interesting and makes you feel alive. Essentially we will traverse the main artery of the Area 51 region stopping along the way at AOs for pain stations led by an murderer’s row of Qs hand selected for their ability to deliver efficient and effective workouts.

This year we are going to incorporate a philanthropic element to the festivities.  With several events in the rearview such as BRR, Ragnar, etc. YHC would venture that most of us have several pairs of running/athletic shoes that we have taken out of the starting lineup but still have some useful life in them.  A few years ago, we did a shoe drive called Sole Redemption that benefited the Charlotte Rescue Mission, so it’s about time we did that again.  Bring any shoes you can donate either to Southern Discomfort where we will collect them, or to a regular workout next week where the Site Qs will collect them.  Site Qs, consider yourselves voluntold that you are on collection duty next week, so either come to Southern Discomfort or contact YHC or the Shoe Q to facilitate transfer.  That brings us to the next order of business.  We need a Shoe Q to handle collection and delivery to the rescue mission.  If so called to service, please announce your intentions in the comments.

The route and the Qs:

  • We will start the journey at 7:00 am at Elizabeth Lane Elementary, home of Meathead and spiritual home of Olympus, which was the best hour in all of F3, hands down.  High Tide will start us off and get our minds right.
  • After ELE we will head to the Arboretum, the functional hub of Area 51,  and gather in the parking lot outside the ABC store where Alf will take the reins.
  • Following Alf’s portion we will tackle the Ghost Runner/Fast Twitch/Mountain Goat segment and run the bulk of the 4 mile Ghost Runner route but finishing at South Charlotte Middle School (Arboretum lot to Raintree Lane, left on Windbluff, Right on Providence, Right on Raintree, Left on Woodfox, gather at SCMS on Strawberry Lane).  When setting out on the run, we will self-organize into three pace groups, a sub 8 minute per mile group, an 8-9 minute per mile group, and a 9+ minute per mile group.  Upon reaching SCMS, the first group will turn around and finish with the second group, and then both groups will turn around and finish with the third group.  If this thing goes off the rails, the smart money says this is the place it happens.
  • When the group is all reunited at the school, YHC will take over, unless somebody else would like to, which would be preferable.  If you want the spot it’s yours, claim it via the comments.
  • We will leave SCMS and continue along 51 to Calvary church, (or is it Cavalry?  Which is the one where the horses come to save you?) home of Anvil and The Rock, where Flipper will set about explaining some convoluted workout structure that some of us will adhere to and others will just do their own thing, as is par for the course.
  • Upon leaving Calvary/Cavalry we will head to McAlpine Elementary where for one morning, Day Zero will live again.  That’s the good news.  The bad news is that Mermaid will then assume the mantle and proceed to thrash us soundly.  Remember Mermaid, it’s Burpee Free October (if you repeat something enough it becomes true).
  • We hit the home stretch next and run to Charlotte Catholic High School, home of Centurion where hopefully they will not be administering the PSAT test since we have had issues with that in the past.  Not like lost weekend in Tijuana issues, but Alf did almost get us banished/arrested/jailed/deported and Chelms had to go see the principal or maybe the Pope, YHC isn’t sure how Catholicism works, just that their weddings involve a lot of standing up and sitting down and take a really long time.  As an aside, wedding ceremonies should take no more than 25 minutes from opening instrumental number to closing exit walk.  The guests are there to see the bride in her dress and for the open bar, and the bulk of the ceremony is just keeping people from said open bar.  Essentially the guests should be seated while a string quartet plays Whitesnake’s “Is This Love”, the wedding party and groom should be in position, and the bride should make her entrance.  The officiant should then open with a joke and perhaps a very brief anecdote about the bride and/or groom.  Fire off the “do you take” questions, grant permission for the marital kiss, then direct the crowd to follow the couple to the reception venue as the string quartet is joined by a vocalist for Peter Cetera’s “The Glory of Love”.  Then it’s Jack Daniel’s and Electric Slide time.  Get in, take care of business, get out.
  • Upon arrival to SCCHS campus, proceed to the mouth of Tartarus and run the short ramps up to the top.  Here we will conclude our journey and somebody who is better at the spoken word than YHC, which is basically any of you people will lead us in a BOM.
  • Now we need to coordinate parking/transportation.  Essentially, the group should gather at Charlotte Catholic around 6:20-:6:30 am so some of the group can leave vehicles at the end and some can drive the group to the start.

Southern Discomfort 2017: Save The Date 10/21/17

The time is drawing near for the third annual iteration of Area 51’s premier CSAUP event, Southern Discomfort.  Saturday, October 21 will be the date of this tomfoolery masquerading as a test of fitness.  We will begin sometime in the morning (details forthcoming) and traverse a route in the general vicinity of Pineville-Matthews road and the AO’s nestled along it (details forthcoming).  We will stop at the various workout destinations along the route and perform great and mighty feats of strength and endurance (again, details forthcoming).  There is a strong possibility of t-shirts, if for some reason you needed further convincing.  There is also a strong possibility of metallic tasting hose water at the RockZero AO, as is tradition.  The particulars concerning pain station Qs, start time, launch location, etc. will be released on a need to know basis.  In this instance “need to know basis” means when YHC, Cheese Curd, and another event Q who will be pressed into service figure it out.  Did you know that “pressed into service” is derived from colonial times when Great Britain would employ “press gangs” to round up able bodied men to serve on the empire’s naval and merchant ships.  You can expect many more nuggets of knowledge like this to be dispensed along the way on the 21st, as if you needed further convincing.  Where else can you conquer a physically demanding challenge, enjoy camaraderie not seen since maritime British vessels during the colonial period, and learn fascinating bits of trivia?  Only at Southern Discomfort.  Clear your calendars, arrange coverage for the kids’ activities, and stock up on Body Glide (trust me on this one, two years ago every step from the Arboretum to Matthews Elementary was as uncomfortable as trying to take your daily constitutional during work hours while the cleaning crew waits right outside the stall door for you to finish).  See you on October 21st.  Oh, and don’t ever wait outside a stall while somebody is in there, it’s just plain rude.  Come back later, find another floor in the building, or go to a hotel lobby within walking distance.  Stay tuned to this channel for further updates, as details will be forthcoming.

Beating a Horse Dead

It was the Run Before the Sun, the Brawl to Decide it All, The War to Settle the Score, The Thrills in Sardis Hills, The Hell on Old Bell, The South Charlotte Skirmish, The Mountain View Melee, The Predawn Donnybrook, and something else incorporating Fracas that I just couldn’t think of.  Seventeen combatants and one slow guy in blinky lights entered the arena of Horsey McHorseArse (still a worse name than when the Big 10 named its divisions Legends and Leaders) to answer the question: Quien Es Mas Macho?  Most read the PrePreBlast and the PreBlast to know what to do but others did not so we gave a quick tutorial on how we would be deciding the 2017 season championship as we set on an Iron Maiden warm up (Run to the Hills).

The competitors would battle each other, the hills, and the dark recesses of their own minds to take the title.  They would have to gore the Lumbering Ox as many times as possible by passing the Q on the main loop then getting down and back up the first hill as many times as possible during the allotted time, after starting with 10 burpees to allow the Ox to slowly labor up the first hill.  Some figured out their strategies quickly and were quickly able to master the course.  Some gambled and relied solely on running ability, paying no mind to the most effective places to make passes.  A few didn’t really understand what was going on, and one competitor blatantly abused the rulebook in much the same way as spread offense teams have their offensive lines block 10 yards downfield on pass plays.  Simply distasteful.  A quick scan of the PAX list should give you an idea of who the culprit was.  Most of the PAX made their first pass just before the Mt. Charlotte hill in turn two.  Alf looked like he was on a business trip and not a pleasure cruise.  Pop Tart flew by right out of the gate, and for a second I wondered if he might be mounting a serious challenge, but at the end when he turned out to not really understand the format everything snapped right back into focus.  Although my job today was to be the human sacrifice, the Lumbering Ox did have a couple of tricks to play, mainly in the form of some surprise sprints just when somebody was about to make a pass.  Prohibition especially enjoyed those.  There were some biological weapons in the battle plan but they went un-deployed due to less than full confidence in the release mechanism.  At 6:08 we gathered the group by the neon encrusted pole that flies Old Glory to recite the pledge.  At this point a school bus pulled up and stopped, assuming that the figures in the dark were awaiting educational transport.  Imagine the driver’s surprise to see a bunch of dudes in their thirties and forties, and one old guy.  After the bus drove off and the pledge, we ran back down the hill and the PAX did ten more burpees while the Lumbering Ox stampeded toward the launch lot offering the opportunity to gain one last kill.  So who climbed the ladder to glory and claimed his place in the pantheon of sporting greats?  Before we get to that we have to handle another matter.

First we have to award the title of Peoples’ Champion.  The Peoples’ Champion is Geraldo.  Day in and day out Geraldo shows up, gets to work, and puts foot to backside.  He sets an example for all of us that strive for constant self improvement.  Now he has a moniker worthy of a champion and has earned the right to refer to himself in the third person.  Congratulations.

If I was a betting man I would have put my money on Rachel to win this morning’s race as I’m sure many others would have.  I would have lost that bet.  That’s right, we had an upset.  Not the caliber of a mixed martial arts fighter beating a boxer in actual boxing, but an upset nonetheless.  Was it a poor race strategy?  Was it an execution issue?  Was it a chance encounter with gas station sushi?  We may never know.  Instead we saw an absolutely dominant performance by our favorite Melmacian.  Alf bested the field by a full three passes.  It was an absolute clinic.  He structured his passes so that he was almost always close to the downhill and he anticipated the sprint intervals.  Conventional wisdom dictates that title bouts need to be definitely won to be considered legitimate, and Alf is apparently not the type to leave anything in the hands of the judges.  This was a a brutal knockout.  This was a beating along the lines of Alabama vs. Notre Dame.  He was simply a man among boys today.  Congratulations.  I hope that for the next year you arrive at every workout adorned in gold and fur, with an entourage including a guy whose sole job is to hold the championship belt in the air above his head and a hype man who just walks in front of you yelling “THE CHAMP IS HERE!”.

Final Standings:

Win (10) – Alf

Place (tie, 7) – Baracus, Hollins (not certain this is the correct name), Ann & Hope (again, not sure this is the correct name)

Show (6) – Rachel  (I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed)

Glue – Prohibition/Chin Music/Fault Line/Kraken? (possible wrong name) with 5, Chelms/Hannibal with 4, Grave Dancer/Carrier/Geraldo/Spooky Jon with 3, and Slice/Pop Tart with unknown scores and an inability to follow directions.

It was strange for me to Q a running workout since I neither enjoy running nor have any talent for it, but I was added to the roster simply to write a backblast.  Well, I came here to do two things: run slow and type some mildly entertaining words.   A quick scan of Strava will demonstrate that the running slow part has been taken care of.  Now as we enter the fortnight of final preparation then taper for the Blue Ridge Relay, we pull the lids down over the cold, lifeless eyes of this horsey.  I hope the the hay tastes sweet and the jockeys are sparse with the whip up in horsey heaven.  Until next year when a new horsey trots into town, ready to be mounted and ridden for the summer, we throw some dirt on the equine corpse and bid farewell to the bizarre neighborhood where it resides.  Go forth now and dominate the BRR men of Area 51.  Ensure that horsey did not die in vain.  Roll Tide.

Horsey Preblast: Don’t Tell PETA

Just one more.  One more Monday of this buffoonery then we can get back to making Mondays great again.  Seriously, after tomorrow start going to Diamondhead and/or Foxhole because Mondays are for kettlebells.  Before we restore our collective sanity however, we have a champion to crown, and the Eight Belles Ladder Match is how we’ll do it.  Eight Belles was a filly who finished second in the 2008 Kentucky Derby, but broke her ankle and was euthanized right on the track.  This seems a fitting name for putting Horsey to sleep.  The ladder match part is how we’re going to structure this thing tomorrow.  Each time you score a point you have to climb the ladder.  Tomorrow will be a points based scoring system with winner take all.  Here’s how we’ll do it:

  • At 5:15 we will leave the parking lot and run toward the Horsey course.  I will be the Pace Car and for this warmup stretch the group will stay together.  It will be a slower pace than the group is used to because you peoples’ warmup pace is my threshold pace.  It will help build the anticipation and tension though, so it will be good.
  • When we reach the manhole cover at the base of Blue Ridge Circle the Pace Car become the Lumbering Ox and will start running up the hill and yell GO, signifying the drop of the green flag.  The field will do 10 burpees in order to give the Lumbering Ox a few seconds to get up the hill a bit, and once the burpees are complete the field will begin the task of killing the Lumbering Ox.
  • The Lumbering Ox will run in a counterclockwise oval, turning right on Mountainview, bending around to Wilby, and taking Wilby all the way back until it meets Mountainview again.  Every time a PAX passes the Lumbering Ox, immediately head back down the Blue Ride hill and put a foot on the manhole to register a point.  Note, once making a pass, PAX can either continue counterclockwise to get down the hill, turn around and go clockwise to get down, or take the Blue Ride shortcut to get back.  Structuring your passes will provide the mental aspect of this challenge, and if you time them well you can pick up a few quick points.  Continue making as many kills as possible until 6:08.
  • At 6:08 gather at the neon wrapped flag pole for the Pledge.  After the pledge follow the Pace Car back down to the base of the hill and eye each other suspiciously as you try to figure out who is in the lead.  Once back down the hill the Lumbering Ox will keep running toward the parking lot and the field will do 10 burpees then take off with the chance to get one last kill before reaching the lot.
  • At COT each PAX will announce their point total after Hospital Name, F3 Name, and Age and we will learn who gets to tote the virtual championship belt for the next year.

That’s it, that’s all there is to it.  How many times can you pass a slow guy running in a circle and get down and back up a hill?  The Lumbering Ox may have a trick or two to play, but will not stray from the counterclockwise oval.  Be fast, be smart with the location of your passes, and be merciless in your will to dispatch the competition.  Jockeys to the paddock, it’s race time.


Horsey Pre-Preblast: The Eight Belles Ladder Match

Alright everyone gather round, take a knee, and listen up.  Monday morning concludes the horribly named running workout in Sardis Hills for 2017, and that day we will crown the season champ.  Before I start to get into the particulars let me address the question that I am sure you are currently asking yourself.  Yes, a meathead who runs slower than a three legged turtle high on Quaaludes and codeine is leading a running workout.  I assure you there are reasons for this aberration.

First of all, it takes a meathead to make a running workout interesting.  Running workouts generally consist of something like “OK guys, run down this street for awhile, then turn onto another street and run down it for a bit, then come back here.  Repeat that a couple times, and go”.  Monday will be a different animal.  Speaking of animals, this particular workout (I try to use the official name as little as possible because it is just simply atrocious) is a big dumb animal.  Therefore, since this big dumb animal is due to be put down, another big dumb animal should be entrusted with taking it behind the woodshed and giving it both proverbial barrels.

Secondly, I have just enough malice in my heart toward this beast to mercilessly pull the trigger.  I will joyously snuff the life out of this thing  just like the grunge era joyously snuffed the life out of rock and roll.  Spare me the nonsense about Nirvana, Soundgarden, etc.  Rock and roll was big, loud, fun, and awesome when its spiritual home was on the Sunset Strip.  Once the epicenter moved to the dreary northwest it became whiny and un-fun.  This directly led to rock taking a backseat in the hierarchy of popular music to hip-hop dreck , bubblegum pop, and electronic gibberish and we’re going on two and a half decades of new music being generally awful.  Anyway, back to the matter at hand…Horsey is a far drive for a lot of us, even in the predawn hours, which makes it annoying.  It starts at 5:15, which is also irksome.  The neighborhood where it resides, is just a cornucopia of weird.  There is a flagpole wrapped in neon lights, and more than one house on the mean streets of Sardis Hills display their addresses in neon lights.  This is South Charlotte, and we have aesthetic standards down here.  Get with the program Sardis Hills, pride starts at the curb.  There is also a resident who wanders around the neighborhood talking to multiple dogs and telling them not to be scared of the hoards of invaders running around.  I am one hundred percent certain this lady has more conversations with animals than she does with humans.  Then there is Chester.  If a laboratory were to distill the weird/creepy elements of Phil Spector, the ShamWOW guy, Richard Simmons, and the guy from Sling Blade, you would basically be left with Chester.  He’s like when Major Blood created Serpantor, only with creepers.  It will be my pleasure to euthanize this creature.

So about Monday morning: as I said earlier, we will be crowning the 2017 champion.  The exact rules will be laid out in a pre-blast sometime on Sunday.  Yes, I am pre-blasting a pre-blast.  Some things deserve the hype, and writing provides me a creative outlet to keep me sane since I am about to go sit through a ninety minute meeting on a Friday afternoon with some Big Four blowhards.  Take the weekend to mentally prepare yourself to gird up your loins and take the field of battle.  This is winner take all and as the Clan McLeod taught us, there can be only one.  It’s all fine and good to have trained with somebody else all summer long, but remember, Shawn Michaels never won the big belt until he threw Marty Jannety through the window of Brutus the Barber Beefcake’s studio.  Monday’s effort will require not only running prowess, but the capacity for strategic thought and cunning.  The title of this rambling is a clue to the format, and I will give you another clue right now.  I will be playing the role of the Pace Car, a.k.a. the lumbering ox.  Once free of the Pace Car, your job will be to hunt the lumbering ox.  More to come on Sunday.

Policies and Procedures

Hi, it’s Ickey, who’s joined the call?  For those on the phone, we’re still gathering in the room so we’ll get started in just a minute.  We’ll take role using the WebEx.  OK, it sounds like we have a quorum so let’s get started.  RockZero is still finding it’s legs under the new regime and the recently installed labyrinth of rules, regulations, charters, governance, and bylaws.  The old guidelines were simple, 3 miles and no burpees.  Sensible, except for the part about the 3 miles.  The new hierarchy of guidelines calls for alternating weeks of heavy and light (insert crude monthly cycle joke here), mandatory partner work, at least 3 miles, no burpees, the goldenrod copies of paperwork to be faxed to HQ, the lavender copies given to the site Q, and the ecru copies to be delivered by carrier pigeon to the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro.   YHC was assigned a heavy flow day, so we set out to accomplish our organizational objectives while remaining in compliance.  The eleven of us in attendance performed the following:

Run to the site of the old Day Zero site at McAlpine Elementary stopping a few times along the way to keep the group together while doing a mobile COT with side straddle hops, imperial walkers, merkins, etc.  Corporate raised some objections to the format but mobile is the wave of the future so they need to become more agile and nimble.  It’s tough to turn an aircraft carrier.

Upon arrival at Day Zero we partnered up, checked that box off the requirements list, and grabbed heavy rocks to satisfy another covenant.  Directions were to perform 200 repetitions of the called exercise, alternating between partners for sets of 25, and for the non lifting partner to do core exercises in the meantime.  Sets consisted of curls and LBCs, triceps extensions and sit-ups, presses and Freddie Mercuries, and squats and flutters rounded out the rock work.  We interspersed some mild sprints to help hit our mileage Key Performance Indicator number though Corporate was quick to point out that the fields were closed so our compliance dashboard would be yellow trending red.  Some rules must be broken in order to disrupt the status quo however.

Following the heavy rock work we ran back to the hot box at RockZero for some supersets.  We combined dips and incline merkins in order to realize synergies and optimize efficiency and performed sets of 25, 20, 15, 10, and 5.  The output was predictable, measurable, and manageable.  Once this phase of the deliverable was closed out we ran back to the launch lot.

After a cost/benefit analysis was executed and communicated, workout management decided to outsource Mary.  Ten core exercises were called, none of which were burpees, and we ended on time to remain in accordance with all applicable regulations.  Mileage ranged from 2.89 to slightly over 3, so the regulators will be happy and the organization including management will not face any penalties.  Legal was consulted, documents were notarized, and all artifacts were properly cataloged.

NMM: This was the first time in almost three years of F3 that YHC felt confident enough to make up parts of the workout on the fly having only planned a loose framework.  Leading workouts is still not something I am completely comfortable with so I appreciate the PAX’s willingness to follow.  That’s enough corporate jargon nonsense for now.  I hope I wasn’t talking on mute this whole time.  With that, we’ll close the call and give everyone a few minutes back.

Meat and Potatoes. Mostly Meat Though.

Due to the planned convergence with Death Valley, today’s Anvil Weinke was designed to keep things simple since things can get out of hand quickly when large numbers of PAX are present.  Or when Flipper is on Q and there are 27 stations with medicine ball Indian runs in between.  Neither of those elements were present today however, as only twenty had the pleasure of experiencing a workout inspired by football great Herschel Walker.  Also among the notable absences were approximately 75% of the Anvil regulars and every other member of team Up n Over.  They must’ve all been carbo-loading up at Dunkin Donuts.  The plan today was to keep the exercise variety as sparse as a Venezuelan grocery store whilst attempting to get through a full 45 minute bootcamp without relying on my traditional crutch of the rock pile.


Run through the expansive, luxurious parking lot until the Q-drenalin wears off and it become tedious then circle up.

  • 25 SSH in cadence (Hops channeled his inner Gummy and refusniked, choosing to instead do some adductor/abductor routine)
  • 25 mountain climbers in cadence
  • 25 shoulder taps in cadence
  • 25 LBC in cadence

The Meat:

Run to the area close to 51 that is home to approximately 46 soccer fields and line up abreast taking our best guess as to where an end line should be.

  • Run through the murky fog to the end of the field area where there is a fence (the Death Valley regulars should a great deal of faith in the Q that there did in fact exist a fence since visibility was low) and upon arriving at said fence, perform 10 merkins
  • Run back to the starting line and perform 10 sit-ups
  • Run to the spot where the 92 soccer goals are stacked up together and perform 10 squats
  • Run back to the starting line and perform 10 sit-ups
  • Repeat the entire circuit for 5 rounds

The Side Dish (More Meat)

  • Run to the Avenue of Trees (since YHC is not fleet of foot for distances greater than 100 meters the destination was revealed beforehand to give the faster PAX the opportunity to stretch their legs and get some burpees in while waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.  This generous offer went unaccepted.)
  • Run to the end and perform 10 merkins and 10 squats
  • Run back to the start and perform 9 merkins and 9 squats
  • Continue running back and forth up and down the Avenue of Trees in countdown fashion for the two exercises
  • With 6:15 am rapidly approaching we wrapped this up early to head back to the launch lot.  Most PAX were somewhere around round 5, while Rachel, Thin Mint, and Mermaid were probably on round 3.  The group waiting on Rachel was a sensation stranger than waking up in the bed of a Chevy Silverado two counties over from your college town.  So I’m told.
  • Run back to the launch lot AYCM (All You Can Muster) and get as many burpees in as possible in the closing 90 seconds
  • YHC couldn’t help but notice that when we arrived back at the launch lot at 6:13:30 am most of the Death Valley regulars went to their vehicles to retrieve towels and water.  Anvil runs until 6:15 am.


As mentioned above, today’s workout was inspired by former Dallas Cowboys and University of Georgia running back Hershel Walker, who is universally regarded as one of the greatest all around athletes to ever grace the football field.  When asked about his workout routine, Walker described a simple mix of exercises consisting of enormous numbers of push-ups, sit-ups, and sprints.   Speaking of Hershel Walker, 1980 was probably the last time the University of Georgia was nationally relevant in football.  They are undoubtedly headed back to the big stage though, now that Nick Saban’s long time former defensive coordinator is at the helm.  Perhaps now they will stop wetting themselves at the mere sight of the Florida Gators and collapsing under the weight of expectations anytime they were raised.  It won’t be surprising at all to see Georgia supplant Florida for the privilege of representing the East in the SEC Championship Game and losing to Alabama.  Today’s attendees were treated to dozens of merkins and sit-ups, and mileage ranges of 3.2-3.5 miles.  Announcements included a save the date for the upcoming Area 51 golf tournament on October 27th, the next Speed For Need race at the Greek Festival sometime in August, and something else that I can’t remember because I didn’t write it down.  YHC is satisfied with this morning’s effort, and hopes everyone else is as well.  Roll Tide.

ROCK in the USA

Sometimes you have to shake things up in order to keep them fresh.  People tend to appreciate variety.  The Silicon Valley douche-nerds call it “creative destruction”.  Twelve PAX gathered in the hundred acre wood known as Anvil to try something new, and see if it was possible to make it through an entire bootcamp workout while toting a rock.  After a fair to middling disclaimer we set out on a vision quest to do what has probably not been done before, and if our venerable site Qs get their way, will probably not be done again.

Warmup: Mosey to the rock pile and select a rock to spend some quality time with.  YHC warned the PAX not to go crazy.  Some listened, some did not. Circle up for CORP (Circle of Rock Pain) consisting of 10 Imperial Rockers IC, 10 Rock Squats IC, 10 Merkins with Right Hand on the Rock IC, 10 Merkins with Left Hand on the Rock IC, and 5 Diamond Rock Merkins IC.

Tote the Rock to the AstroTurf Pavilion: Perform 100 curls, 100 triceps extensions, and 100 presses.  Mumblechatter was light save for a few stray comments about what an innovative concept the Q had brought and how much the format was appreciated. When finished, weighted crunches until the group is done.

Tote the Rock to the Hot Box: Perform 100 single leg squats on the left leg while holding the rock, 100 single leg squats on the right leg while holding the rock, and 100 dips with the rock held in the lap.  Mumblechatter picked up a bit here, with McGee expressing gratitude and admiration to the Q.  When finished, weighted crunches until the group is done.

Tote the Rock to the light pole: Frankenstein walk to the next light pole, perform 5 rockees (burpees with the rock), and overhead lunge walk back to the first light pole.  Repeat for a total of three rounds.  In between rounds two and three, Lobsta Roll, he of the Cyborg-American persuasion requested a ten count.  The world briefly spun backwards but after regaining our bearings, we pressed on.  After round three, YHC graciously allowed Lobsta Roll to lead the group in a ten count, and the cagey veteran delivered in tremendous fashion.

Tote the Rock to the parking lot adjacent to the rock pile: Circle up for Rock Webb with sets up to 5 and 20.  At this point, YHC worried that the PAX would confuse their enthusiasm for the workout format with anger and mutiny due to the overload of endorphins they were surely experiencing and that the situation would devolve into a scene from the semi-famous 1990s made for TV movie starring former MTV personality Dan Cortese “The Lottery”.  After having visions of rocks smashing into my skull, YHC decided to wrap up the last few minutes with outsourced weighted Mary.  The PAX were instructed to take turns leading core exercises incorporating the rock.  The choices included Rosalita, flutter, WWII situps, Freddie Mercury, and plain non-rock inclusive burpees.  One guess as to which maverick broke ranks and called those.

Return the Rock and get back to the cars, and that’s a wrap.  Once the thunderous applause faded to a dull roar we proceeded with announcements.  Rachel is leading a convergence on July 4th at 5:30 am at the greenway.  Later in the morning he, along with several of our Area 51 and Metro brethren will be participating in the American Four Miler while pushing the new racing chariots. Keeping with the Independence Day topic, YHC would like to extend a thank you to the founding fathers of this great nation for saving us from 240 years and counting of British humor and horrible cuisine.  Do your part this week to celebrate all things American such as enjoying a glass of fine Kentucky bourbon on the tailgate of a Detroit (pronounced Dee-Troit of course) made Ford F-150 while firing off explosives made somewhere in China by a six year old.  Roll Tide, Roll Bourbon, Roll America.

Lift Heavy, Sprint Fast, Be Awesome

Due to extenuating circumstances such as the first week of summer vacation for most schools, and the launch of a seasonal hill running based, horribly named workout elsewhere in South Charlotte, four men were left to do the work of twelve.  After checking and re-checking for the usual Foxhole regulars and irregulars, we commenced the lifting and sprinting and other endeavors more masculine than a shirtless Vladimir Putin riding a bear through a Greco-Roman wrestling tournament.


  • 20 SSH IC
  • 20 kettlebell swings
  • 20 Mountain Climbers IC
  • 20 kettlebell swings
  • 10 Merkins left hand on bell IC
  • 20 kettlebell swings
  • 10 Merkins right hand on bell IC
  • 20 kettlebell swings
  • 20 Plank Jacks IC
  • 20 kettlebell swings

To the soccer field for assorted awesomeness:

Line up on the goal line for 20 kettlebell swings, 5 clean & press each side, 5 goblet squats, AYG to the other goal line.  Once everyone arrives, 10 merkins and 20 LBCs and recover back to the bells.

Repeat for a total of 5 rounds, each round dropping the clean & press by one, so a round of 4, then 3, 2, and 1.

Back to the launch lot for some hateful nonsense, both of the exercise and gaseous varieties.  Three rounds of a complex consisting of 5 Sots presses each side, 20 weighted crunches, 5 overhead squats each side, and 20 flutters with bell pressed above the chest.  Bits of swings and deadlifts mixed in for good measure.  During one of the rounds of crunches, a particular member of the PAX released a noise from below that sounded like what YHC imagines a donkey being strangled in a puddle of mud must sound like.  It was both vile and impressive.

Finish with 100 kettlebell swings because the kettlebell swing is one of the best exercises on the planet and everyone should do a lot of them as often as possible.

NMM: Several months ago Voodoo put me on the Q schedule but was apparently too busy and/or worn out from a weekend reunion-ing with Virginians and hobnobbing with retired quarterbacks who never won a Heisman trophy and whose alma maters have not beaten the University of Alabama in football since the iPhone has existed.  Speaking of horse faced big dumb animals, it appears that Monday workouts over the summer may suffer from the temporary insanity of running around an eclectic neighborhood full of dog ladies, naked men, and flag poles.  Note: YHC will have the honor of taking the 2017 edition of that horse out behind the shed and putting a bullet in it on 8/28/17.  It will be a spectacle since it takes a meathead to make a running workout fun.

Announcements: Area 51 workouts are collecting food items for the Calvary church food pantry so please make an effort to help out.  Fat Camp is switching from a 5:15 launch to a 5:30 launch.