So, a couple of weeks ago, YHC turned 40. For reasons surpassing understanding, YHC Q’d Skunk Works that morning and ran a workout that was terrible. You can read about it if you want.
Fast forward to today, YHC was tasked with leading the fine men of Peak 51, and for reasons also surpassing understanding, decided to run a similar workout.
But Lois, you might ask, Skunk is a kettlebell workout. Peak is a regular boot camp, how are you going to change a KB workout to a non-KB workout and keep the same oeuvre? Also, did you just use “ouvere” in a backblast? Did you use it correctly, Mr. “I got an A in French at South Carolina”?
Answers in reverse order:
It’s 5:30, let’s mosey to the FBC Matthews parking lot. Run a figure-8 around the islands. Lumberjack already entering refusenik mode, reminding YHC that Sparta launches at 5:15.
It’s going to be a day, y’all.
First-up, two round of suicides, using the middle lamp posts as the light unto our path. First one, back, second one back, back of the parking lot and back.
Okay, time for the first remix of the birthday Q. I’m now terming this routine “existential dread.”
Partner 1 stays at the bottom and does 40 reps of a called exercise. Partner 2 does something awful. Partner 1 runs and gets partner 2, they both run back to the bottom and flapjack.
Round 1 —
Round 2 —
Round 3 —
Enough of that, let’s mosey to the next parking lot over.
Second phase of the workout, 40-second AMRAPs.
Start at the corner right by the entrance to the FBC Matthews Family Life Center.
40 seconds, AMRAP of merkins.
Mosey over to the supine bars for, you guessed it, 40 seconds AMRAP of supine pull-ups.
Mosey to the next corner next to the church office door. 40 seconds AMRAP of jump squats.
Mosey to the last corner, 40 seconds AMRAP of LBCs.
That was fun, so, let’s do all of that again. This time, instead of LBCs on the last one, 40 seconds AMRAP of burps.
Yikes. Okay, mosey back to launch, stopping at the wall.
2 rounds of people’s chair with 50 arm presses (civilian count).
2 rounds of balls to the wall.
Peau de Môle
Yes, I got an A in French at South Carolina. I got a B in Italian as well. What of it?
The PAX were in rare form with mumblechatter this morning, starting with Lumberjack’s accusation that I was going to turn this into a running workout. Man, no, I have to have some sort of gas left in the tank for Mountain Goat tomorrow morning.
I can’t tell if Slim Fast was confused by the first part of “existential dread” or if he wanted to try and confuse everyone else. He started trying to explain how teams advance in that Champions League Communist Kickball nonsense they play over in Europe. Like how when the teams go 0-0 during several games, it goes into how the aggregate kicks per game are taken into consideration.
I have no idea.
During the inchworm-ing in round 2, Snoopy said, quite clearly, “Man, I’d rather Bear Crawl.” Now, that was the plan all along to do that in round 3, but, even if it wasn’t, that would have been the easiest audible in the world to call.
Cocktail also accused me of telling an untruth. He said of the first round of CDDs and lunge walking that those were two of his least favorite exercises, and only burpees would have made it worse. I said to this, “well, I think we might stay relatively burpee free.”
I tell no lies here. I learned this from Smokey, who wasn’t in attendance today because he’s on the west coast, gorging on In-and-Out Burger and surfing in Malibu. No, really, he is.
Also, there was a lot of chatter during the two rounds of BTTW worthy of the @HeardAtF3 account on Twitter dot com.
In all seriousness, a great group putting in the work this morning. It’s an honor to lead, both in terms of this morning and leading this group as a Site Q. It’s true what they say, it’s the camaraderie that makes getting up at 0-dark-30 and getting after it easy(-ish).
It’s time for the latest edition of Gumby. With both Site Qs out of town, one of them for some reason decided to lend me the key to the Scout Hut and lead the workout. I mean, I hope the guys in the Boy Scout troop are strong enough to move an empty keg or two …
So, for this stretching and recovery extravaganza, it was a small, but hearty trio of YHC, the much-respected Beaver and fellow Gamecock Cocktail.
Here’s what transpired, under the mood lighting of the Bambi Lamp and the smooooooooooooth selections from a Spotify “Yacht Rock” playlist:
Devotional — stolen (is it polite to say one “stole” a devo? asking for a friend) from Dawn Staley’s Twitter account, as she often posts the devos offered by Jack Easterby, perhaps better known for his similar work with the New England Patriots. The topic was about how we approach the seen and the unseen of life, but in the end, God sees both.
From corpse pose, knees up …
Sit up for a couple of rounds of butterfly.
Left leg out, right leg tucked in, reach for the left leg. Flapjack.
Both legs out, reach for both ankles.
Move to table top …
Bird dog (left arm out, right leg back), then flapjack
Child’s pose, shifting left/right/middle
1 1/2 sun salutations, holding in down dog on the second (hence, the “half”) …
Left leg back, holding three-legged dog, swing through into lizard.
Push up into what YHC calls “cheerleader,” lunging with hands on knees.
Then arms up into a crescent stretch.
Back down to cheerleader … back down to lizard … kick out and finish the sun salutation.
Flapjack and do all that again on the other side.
After that, a round of chair, with a move into dancer, which, well, YHC did not execute gracefully. On either side.
After that, another 1/2 sun salutation, stopping in down dog. Left leg back, holding three-legged dog, swing through into Warrior 1.
Move to Warrior 2 … then Peaceful Warrior … back to Warrior 2.
Turn and face the wall in Starfish, fold over, hands in the middle. Reach back toward your 6, then move to the left and right.
Move back up and back into Warrior 2, then Warrior 1, then back to Mountain.
Flapjack and do all that on the other side, but subbing in the Ninja pose on the left and right after the starfish.
The yacht was close to running ashore at this point, so we moved into plank and did a round of everyone’s favorite — PIGEON — on each side.
Return to corpse pose, a quick devo redux, and that, as they say, is that.
Crane Relay coming up. Details are out there. Probably some other stuff.
NAKED GUMBY GREENSKINE
A nice amount of mumblechatter amongst the small group. We laughed at some of the various songs. Cocktail’s favorite was “Working for the Weekend.”
I mostly groused about how things hurt and how random things hurt on different sides. I am plunging down the canyon of grumpy old man-dom.
Beaver applauded the relative lack of sun salutations, and, sometimes they are what I nickname them — yoga burpees — effective, yes, but too many can derail an otherwise enjoyable, productive workout.
Also, a pro tip — if you go visit Cocktail at the Gin Mill and it is especially crowded, you should order an Old Fashioned. He will give you a special recipe.
We all went on a journey together … wait, Journey? Yeah, that’s a totally different band.
Oh, hey, if the Scout Hut folks have changed the locks on Swiss Miss and Tweetsie by next Wednesday, you guys should use this backblast, which is entirely comprehensive and authentic, to illustrate that there were no shenanigans. We also have no idea why the security camera footage was replaced by a DVR’d recording of the 2013 Outback Bowl. That Jadeveon Clowney hit isn’t going to rewatch itself, y’all.
This morning, YHC woke up with an extra creak in his knees … an extra pang or two of discomfort … it’s almost as if YHC turned over his odometer. Strange. Well, no rest for the weary, time to put in some Works with Skunks.
A large crowd gathered at Covenant Day. Here’s what they experienced.
It appears that we did 40 swings in total as part of the warmup. This was less confusing to the group than the 40 SSH. But, prescient nonetheless.
Anyway, partner up for some Catch Me If You Can (10 merkin chaser) — head from launch to the lacrosse field over at Christ Covenant proper.
Line up on the line and stay with your partner.
Another round of CMIYC, heading from the LAX field to the courtyard where we run staircases — which, we did not do today.
LBCs while we wait for the 6.
This time, starting at the courtyard, do 40 seconds of called exercises AMRAP. After that, mosey to the next church entrance, 40s of same exercise, AMRAP, mosey to next church entrance, blah blah etc.
Mosey with your bell back to launch.
SKINE of the MOLE
Yes, as it came out during the course of the workout, today was my 40th birthday. It was also the first time in my F3 lifetime that my birthday fell on a day with my regularly scheduled workout. So, I thought, might as well lead.
Thinking of ways to incorporate the milestone birthday was harder than I originally thought, because, well, I was happy to make everyone else do this mess, I wasn’t looking forward to it. As I told Tulip, Funky, Tweetsie and Soprano (kotters) afterward: “This looked bad on paper. It was worse in practice.”
The field was a little damp, so, the backpedaling was originally supposed to be inchworm-ing, but, given the curls and presses ahead, I figured that having soaked hands/gloves would not be conducive to getting that done … well, safely anyway.
Good to see a mix of regulars and legends this morning.
I would launch into a Horsehead-worthy existential fever dream surrounding a major milestone birthday, but, I’ll spare y’all that. What I will say — I’ve been waiting 12 years for this moment, because, well, let us not forget the wise words of one of my Spirit Coaches, Oklahoma State’s Mike Gundy, who famously barked in 2007: “I’M A MAN! I’M 40!“.
Thanks to Tulip and Funky Cold for the opportunity, and thanks to everyone who showed up. This workout is a backbreaker every week, but, it’s always fun because of the crowd.
10 men made the right decision and gathered at 5:30 at Matthews Elementary to start their day off right. YHC switched things up today and went with a mostly upper body workout. Disclaimer given and we took off to the driveway beside Mac’s for COP.
After hearing complaints about false advertising for an upper body workout, we went right to Jack Webb, up to 5 (kind of) and back down to 1. Q got excited and skipped numbers, or he just couldn’t count correctly. I believe we went 1, 2, 4, 3, 5. No reps were missed and the crowd kept me honest.
We then did an Indian run to Baucom Park for some circuit work.
Repeato with Decline Merkins.
Mosey back to FBCM side parking lot and partner up.
Repeato decreasing by 1 until done.
At this point Q heard no more complaints about this being an upper body workout.
Mosey to the wall for some PC
Mosey back to launch and time was called.
Seems like I always comment on the weather, whether good or bad. See what I did there? I’ll claim my getting older. The weather was fantastic today though! Temps in the 50s with no humidity. We’ll take that as long as we can get it.
Great to see Blue Hen and Nomad back out. Come back anytime fellas.
Somehow Tweetsie acquired a F3 Boone t-shirt despite never having posted in his hometown.
Lots of chatter and conversation this morning. As always, great getting work in with the Thursday morning crowd.
It was a pleasantly chilly morning as 6 gathered at Matthews Elementary for this week’s edition of Peak 51. Hey, it rained last night. Say, Lois, where is the shovel flag? Those two thoughts are, ahem, related.
Anyway, let’s go. Take the long way to the First Baptist rear parking lot.
All were done in cadence, but with varied counts, just to keep the PAX (mostly Slim Fast) on their collective toes. Speaking of, YHC ended Hillbillies at 20, since Slim was using his fingers and toes to count.
Mosey to the church office/back of bank parking lot. Partner up.
Two rounds of hand-release merkins. Two rounds of bomb jacks.
Mosey to the back bus lot for some Grinders … not Grindrs. That’s a whooooole other subject matter. NSFW, ya know?
So, Lumberjack and Poser did dips over on the wall. YHC and Cocktail hustled to the far corner for lunges. Slim Fast and Sensei started off as the runners. Runner run to the lunge corner, then lungers run to the wall, dippers run to the lunge corner, etc etc etc etc etc etc.
After a couple of rounds of that, let’s mosey to the wall, the big one over near launch.
People’s chair — arms out in a hold, then 50 air presses, then more holding, then, recover.
We make a thrilling discovery. Somehow, YHC’s kettlebell was sitting over by the wall. Weird!
Back in the people’s chair, pass the KB down the line and back. Recover.
Lumberjack and Cocktail both showed how swole they are by doing some KB exercises. Skunk Works is on Tuesday, guys. If Smokey is on Q there, avoid it. You might not make it. YHC speaks from experience.
Big League Chew is on Q this upcoming Tuesday. That’ll be a good time.
Where were we? Oh yes, well, since those guys were so excited about doing KB exercises, let’s pass the bell back down the line, but this time, do 5 curls before passing. Pass/curl back down the line. Recover.
Repeato one more time, this time with 5 overhead presses, and only one time down the line.
Recover, back to launch, here come Joker, Funky Cold and Red Card in from Sparta, and we move to …
Counting. Naming. Funky Cold with a strong takeout.
Step up and Q Peak. If you didn’t get an email from Sensei with a boatload of dates going forward, let either one of us know.
I mentioned Smokey nearly killing PAX on a Q at Skunk Works. We reminisced about the time Smokey was on Q at Peak and we did the supine pull-ups with our dear friend Sally. That was horrible. I mean, what we did today was no picnic, but, in a world of moral relativism, at least it wasn’t THAT bad.
Even though Tweetsie has gone Hollywood this weekend — no, really, he’s off again, this time to SoCal — I led us in the hillbilly in tribute. By the way, I’ve typed “hillybilly” several times in reference to that exercise.
He is betraying his Boone roots in a big way. Bet big on kale futures when he returns. Note, I’ve attended the Academy Awards, and I don’t have that problem. Mostly because attending that event reminded me in a big way that I am, in fact, from the upstate of South Carolina.
NCAA Tournament update: It’s halftime of Yale/LSU. Kenny Smith looks like he’s wearing a velvet suit jacket.
I should probably talk more about the people who were there today, as I’ve dedicated a lot of time to throwing Smokey and Tweetsie under the bus, and neither was there this morning.
NCAA Tournament update #2: Pizza Hut still sells P’Zones? According to this commercial, the answer is “yes.” Who knew?
It was a small, but solid group. We all lamented the AMRAP supines early in the workout because, well, we all got to a decent number. Ow.
Overall, I wanted to switch it up and do some stuff to help us with upper-body, but not neglect the rest either.
For anyone Qing Peak in the future, which, again, YOU SHOULD SIGN UP FOR A SLOT, feel free to shake it up and make it your own, whether it’s traveling to an underutilized spot in downtown Matthews, or bringing toys, or whatever. Remember: Moderate != Easy
Now I’m making SQL references. I think it’s time to get back to basketball.
Editor’s Note: Lois posting on behalf of Sensei
8 smart dudes took advantage of the cool-ish weather this morning and posted at Peak 51. It is March, so at best we have a few more weeks before the temps and/or humidity starts to rise. No FNGs, so the standard disclaimer was given and we took off and did the following …
Mosey around the front of FBC to the side parking lot.
Gather at the bottom of the church parking lot and partner up. P1 runs suicides to the other end of the lot, while P2 does called exercise.
Mosey 20 feet or so to the bottom of the paved hill behind the church for counting exercises:
11s on the hill, Merkins at bottom and Squats at top
Everybody on their 6 for Mary!
Longer mosey to the wall for some PC — 2 rounds, 50 air presses each
Mosey over to the bus parking lot for some AYG sprints … we got in 4 total
Head back to launch and time.
Moleskin and Observations:
That’s it, as always it is an honor to lead the good folks at Peak 51.
Tweetsie with the strong takeout.
It was cold on the Peak today. We had a small crowd, so, let’s get after it.
Mosey to back bus lot and circle up.
Okay, let’s keep moving. Today’s main event, a couple of rounds of starfish.
Round 1, welcome to Merkinville. Do 15 reps of each:
Start in the middle, and before heading to any corner, hold plank for a 5 count. Every time you return to the middle, add 5 seconds. So, at the end, you’re looking at a 25-second hold. Which, after all the merkins, is trickier than it sounds.
Round 2, legs and such. Do 20 reps of each.
Start in the middle with 5 plank-jacks. Add 5 each time you return to the middle. Ending with 25 plank-jacks.
With the small crowd of vets and the chilly temps, we had an early COT and then took a sojourn to Brakeman’s for a coffeeteria.
Joe Davis Run this Saturday.
We got off to a rocking start this morning, literally. In pre-launch conversation talking about AC/DC, Slim Fast busted out his guitar and launched right into the riff for “Thunderstruck.” I took the kick drum and the gregorian chant parts. AH-AH-AH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AH-AH! THUN-DER!
We also discussed Slim doing the Angus Young duck walk during his performances. I would pay good money to see this happen.
Also, the temperatures, while chilly, didn’t bother us, as we took heat from the runnin’ Spartans as they did some work on the playground to break up the miles.
Our fearsome foursome was able to do the starfish together as a group, which made for some great mumblechatter. Topics covered:
Slim Fast also served as our starfish GPS, helping our foursome avoid the yippee dog that the nice man walks in the mornings through the bus lot.
The hand-on-ground merkinfest did make things a little chillier than I had hoped. Our hands all warmed up at the impromptu coffee break, so, all is good there.
As we thaw out, hopefully coming soon, we’re hoping to see more of our crew out on Thursday mornings. I mean, I know our beds are cozy, but, it’s fun to remember when we start complaining about it being too hot that we complained about it being too cold!
Cobains to Sparta for any confusion when it came to our typically combined COT. It was an audible to give us a strategic advantage, as we were coffee’d up before a good number of the rest of the world.
Nine PAX braved the freezing temperatures to partake in Area 51’s original indoor stretch-fest.
So, YHC doesn’t know if you guys remember Tweetsie. He used to be a Site Q at Gumby and pretty regular amongst the PAX of Area 51. Then he went on an Australian walkabout during the month of February.
Now, he’s back stateside and apparently is “sick” because “see, it’s summer in Australia and winter here, and between the sudden weather change and spending a lot of time in an airplane to come home, sickness happens,” so, YHC had to take his Q this morning. A likely story.
Don’t worry — Tweetsie’s newfound home land was there in spirit. More on that later.
YHC? Not a professional. YHC? Nursing a bum right leg. Do as I say, not as I do.
Tl;dr? Control your tongue. It’s a small, but potentially nasty thing we live with. James 3 spells it out for you.
Started off with corpse, then windshield wipers, then some strap/rope work. The idea is to get your leg(s) up to 90 degrees and use the strap/rope to hold there. Many of us were a few degrees short.
A really slow, loping Sun Salutation, holding the various stretch points. Then a couple OYO at regular pace.
Then a series of high lunges with a crescent addition. The idea is to sink your hips low and let that be catalyst for your leg stretches.
Then some tree.
Then some warrior interspersed with some leg stretches and ninja.
Then some pigeon.
Then a return to the strap/rope, seeing if we made any progress.
Then we were done.
Joe Davis Run is this Saturday.
Well, when Tweetsie asked me to take his Q because, again, he’s “sick” and not “waiting on his dual citizenship papers to kick in so he can go back and eat himself into a Vegemite coma,” I was game, and, as usual, I spent about 98% of my energy thinking about the playlist and 2% thinking about the #weinke.
Now, Geraldo was the first to figure out what was going on. All songs are by people/bands from Australia. Now, with my incredible, brain-clogging catalogue of minutae, I had about 90 percent of the songs pegged. I actually didn’t realize Crowded House and Rick Springfield were from down under.
As Geraldo noted, Midnight Oil is probably the biggest “notably absent” on the list. Some songs were chosen to get more visceral reactions from the PAX, and the PAX did not disappoint. Most were wistful that they did not have 80s style leg warmers when “Physical” came on.
Tweetsie did tell me that Vegemite actually tastes awful. Did you know that you can order Vegemite off Amazon dot com? I might take a chance next time I’m trying to finish off a gift card.
Anyway, it’s always good to lead at Gumby. It’s the one workout where you feel better at the end. Thanks to Swiss Miss and Crocodile Tweetsie for the opportunity.
Editor’s Note: Lois posting on behalf of Sensei.
YHC, much like everyone else has been spoiled by the past couple of weeks with reasonable temps in the early mornings. That ended today as January reminded us that it is in fact, January. The plan today was quite simple, keep moving.
We had 6 PAX at 0530, so I gave them the option of staying on campus or taking a mosey up the greenway. the unanimous vote was to mosey, so we did.
We made it to the greenway and Slim Fast noticed that Hard Hat was not wearing any gloves. Being the caring guy that he is, Slim who apparently has spare gloves in his car ran back and brought a pair for Hard Hat. I did not ask if the spare gloves were the giant orange Mt. Everest gloves or not.
We took the greenway up to Squirrel Lake Park with stops along the way for some SSH, IW, LSS, LBCs, Flutters, Dollys, CDD, Peter Parkers and Parker Peters. Lumberjack asked if we would do the breast stroke in the Squirrel Lake Park pond but he had no takers. We then reversed course with stops for Dips and made it back to launch point at 0615 on the nose.
It’s the new year, Peak 51 will be full of FNGs and returning vets, YHC gets to kick everything off, this will be great!
So, the forecast resulted in pulling up to Matthews Elementary to find Tweetsie’s car parked in the parking lot. No one else. Well, no other person, but plenty of puddles and a steady, but not all that bad, rain.
Soon enough, there were 7 brave souls ready to make some magic happen at 2019’s first edition of Peak, despite the rain. Well, 6, as Tweetsie had to make an emergency run to the gas station down the street, but he was coming back, honest.
A heartfelt disclaimer was given, and we took off through to the First Baptist parking lot via the long way. Tweetsie did return, coming in hot like it was Mountain Goat or something, and he was ready to join in.
Line up at the bottom of the incline in the parking lot. Time for a Peak 51 tradition — suicides, using the light poles in the middle as our stopping points.
Round 3 was everyone’s favorite. So many nice things were said about YHC during the time. Also, we must point out, that shortly before the suicides … as was prophesied a long time ago, it stopped raining. Because, as the Book of Slim Fast tells us, “The rain ne’er falleth on the just or the unjust at Peak.”
Or, if you prefer The Message’s rendering, “Nah bro, it ain’t gonna rain here.”
Mosey to the back bus lot. In a callback to my VQ at Peak, time to run 11s the long way across the bus lot. Start off with 1 jump squat, run, 10 Carolina dry docks, run back, repeat until you get to 10 jump squats, 1 CDD.
This might fly in the face of physics, but I am wholly convinced that the parking lot actually gets longer as this routine drags on. I don’t know how that works, given that the Earth is flat and anything getting longer would poke holes in such a cast-in-concrete truth.
We have time, so let’s go to the wall.
We did 3 rounds in the people’s chair.
That was terrible. Let’s head back to launch.
Counting, naming, announcements, Tweetsie with a good take out.
So today was leg day at Peak, sort of by accident. With the forecast not looking so hot, I was thinking of a suitable routine that did not involve too many instances of hands on the ground, but would be a grinder to hopefully set a great tone for the year ahead.
That’s when it came to mind, Sensei once during one of our post-Mountain Goat coffees told me “man, I remember when you ran those 11s in the bus lot, that was good.” So, if you didn’t like it, blame Sensei for incepting the idea.
I reverted into football coach mode during the backpedal suicides, instructing the PAX to “keep those hips low,” which made me realize The Mouth wasn’t there, because that was low-hanging fruit. I also realized that I wasn’t doing a great job practicing what I was preaching.
Also, backtracking a bit, I applaud Slim and Tweetsie for behaving themselves during COP. Last time I Q’d and I called for the Hillbilly, things went way off the rails.
Great having Wild Turkey out with us. He was showing off some serious speed, but also was mindful enough to make sure the 6 was good to go. Again, set a great tone early.
Tweetsie, Slim, Sensei were their usual strong selves. Also, t-claps to Tweetsie for actually pre-running in the worst of the rain. Great job, and, when the guys in the white coats come to your house later, they are under instructions to “be gentle” with the straitjacket.
Good to have Lumberjack back in the mix. Also very strong. He said something like “I haven’t run in a while.” Didn’t show at all.
Bullwinkle, as usual, nearly caused me to self destruct as he asked me my opinion about a college football game coming up Monday night. I have feelings about one of the participants. I have FEELINGS about the other participant. I think I muttered something like “nuclear explosion blowing the Bay Area into the stone age” when he asked me what I wanted out of the game.
I registered 2.25 miles. I’ll be honest, I think I might’ve skipped an interval, because, well, I lost count somewhere in the 5/6/6/5 transition. So, whatever Slim Fast’s watch says we got, I’m willing to accept.
Anyway, as usual, it’s an honor to lead. As Tweetsie said in the takeout, there’s no other group I’d rather ring in the New Year with than this group. Looking forward to a great year ahead. Off to the rest of my day.
(Hey Alexa … how would you cause a nuclear explosion in Santa Clara, California? Asking for a friend ….)