12 Pax relive my Mardi Gras night on Bourbon Street back in college
Having listened to F3 Roundtable discussion about the importance of a disclaimer, I decided to make sure that we got fully disclaimed before we even took the first step. Unfortunately, Delta decided to walk away as I was giving the disclaimer. And then somebody else skidding in on two wheels never heard it (no, that wasn’t me at the last minute; I’m never more than 10 minutes late for my own Q’s). So to prevent any lawsuits from those two for today’s ass-clownery, here is the disclaimer:
“I am not a professional, and that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me. You are an idiot if you follow me. I have a series of bad ideas that get worse as we go along. You should modify these so called exercises in whatever fashion you choose of your own free will, up to and including getting in your car and going home right now. Suing me, the school, or F3 is the highest form of douchebaggery and ass-hattery there is, and you will not be my friend anymore if you do.
With a shout of the start of Mardi Gras, I ran off in a completely straight line to get us started. Those behind me claim that I was running across curbs and in the grass, but I think they were drunk. Fusebox asked “Posse, am I supposed to be following right behind you?” Seemed like an odd question.
I stopped to catch my breath at the end of the parking lot. That was a lot longer than I expected. I feel like I ran a mile just now, while everyone else is barely at the quarter mile. Are we done yet?
We continue to the small bus parking lot where I kind of got turned around and didn’t quite remember where I was supposed to be going. We ended up at the green benches under the portico. There I led some side straddle hops, but my speech was a little slurry, so they didn’t quite understand me. I think I talked about my childhood dog, Smush.
Guys guys guys! I got a great idea! Let’s go grab a rock! Curls x20
Okay I got an even better idea! Let’s take this rock and run to the W on the far side of the parking lot! We’ll go in a straight line, which means go around the outside parking lot loop. Once there, we did flutter presses with the rock (on your back doing bench presses while doing flutters simultaneously) until everyone got in. Great drunk simulator, BTW. Then set the rock down in space 318 and let’s side skip down to the rock pile closer to the highway.
Grab a rock from the rock pile. This time curl to press x 20.
Guys I got a better idea! Let’s run back to that other corner that we were just at and do Dolly presses until everyone gets in. Set the rocks down at spot 243.
This place sucks.
Backwards run to the ORIGINAL rock pile and do mountain climbers until everyone gets in.
Grab a rock from the rock pile – this time we’ll do bent over rows x20.
Hey guys! Let’s run back to the other rock pile with this rock. I think the band’s about to get started. Triceps until everyone gets in.
Set the rock down on spot 30.
Grab another rock. This time halos: 6 in one direction and 6 in the other.
Hey guys, let’s take these rocks back to where we just were on the other side of the rock pile. I like the bartender better over there anyway. Thrusters until everyone gets in.
Set your rock down on space 80. Let’s Mosey.
We mosey to the middle of the parking lot where we plank up, because I lost a contact. Nobody bothered to help me. Bastards.
Then I realized Mom and Dad are going to be home soon. Guys! This place is a mess! We got to get all these rocks cleaned up before Mom and Dad get home! Let’s go! So everyone scattered to the farthest corners of the parking lot, grabbing rocks and bringing them back to the rock pile – EXACTLY where we got them from. For the girls who brought their rocks out, we could take two at a time.
Run Flat led some LBC’s until everyone got in.
So with the bars closed, we decided to take to the streets to earn some beads. Mosey to the portico again where I explained:
B = burpees. We will do 5 at this side of the bus island; run to the other side 5 more burpees; repeat for a total of 40 burpees (the 40 days of Lent)
E = Emperial Walkers 10 on each side of the island until you get to 40.
A = American Hammers. 15 on each side of the island until you get to 40.
Hollywood, who I think works in some math related field, said that’s 60, not 40. It was 40 last night when I was drawing this up.
D = dips. Do 20 on the bench; run the entire loop and then do 20 more and then run another loop
S = squats do 40 squats all in the same spot.
During this time, Old Man Stickleg drove up asking who we were. Beltway was flying solo at this part. I don’t know what Beltway told him to keep him from calling the cops on us, but it worked. You want him for your wingman.
I think only Hollywood outright earned his beads. The rest cut it short because math kills a good buzz.
Mosey back to the cars.
+ Madison’s CPR class is closed. I sure hope you people know how to bring me back to life without using that Flatliners crap.
+ Brolympics – Do you even, bro? Participate or volunteer. There is no fartsacking. Ranger has a soccer game immediately afterwards, 1 mile away. Still volunteering. Bro’s in IR are volunteering (I see you, McFly). It’s our home people. Tuxedo shirts are optional, but classy.
Frack would have been proud – no warm up and announcements lasted no longer than a quality burp.
Hollywood seemed surprised that we got 3 miles in. Well, for you #StraightMilers, it was 3. I easily clocked 27.
DoughBoy said it was like controlled chaos. I assure you, I blacked out about halfway through. You must have been at a different workout than me.
The name-a-rama was filmed in a slightly more sophomoric selfie-style. It gave me a chance to tell the guys how much I loved them (and some of their sisters). In no way should that video ever see the light of day.
The Fort Mill Pax created a 5K Relay CSAUP a couple years ago that was a rousing success. In the inaugural year, BTW, it was won by SOB/UC men.
The Rock Hill Pax saw this, and raised it up to a marathon relay, dubbing it The Rooster (there’s probably a story in the here, but your imagination may work just as well). 26.2 miles of suck, spread over 5 Pax.
Partner 1 = Miles 1, 6, 11, 16, 21 = Jingles
Partner 2 = Miles 2, 7, 12, 17, 22 = Old MacDonald
Partner 3 = Miles 3, 8, 13, 18, 23 = Posse
Partner 4 = Miles 4, 9, 14, 19, 24 = Ranger
Partner 5 = Miles 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 = Land Shark
Wait – who does Mile 26 (& 0.2)? The whole group runs together.
So each person will run 6 miles; just not all at once. It is basically the Joe Davis 10K from 2 weeks ago, spread out over several hours.
Sounds pretty awesome, right? I know!
The Warm Up
Meet at Indian Land Elementary to clown car to Winthrop Coliseum.
Let me pause to equate clown car’ing as the secret 2nd F. YHC clown car’ed on Friday, Saturday morning, & Saturday afternoon – a total of 10 other Pax spread across 3 rides. Each conversation was rich and diverse. Not being all that much of a talker in person, I tend to shy away from the clown car. I worry about the Car Ride of Silence. It has proven itself time and again to be a false fear. The boys on Screech Owl do love them some clown car’ing; they are my shining beacon of another street. There are some other pairings out there (Longhorn & Hooch, Deflated & Foundation), but I don’t know of trips & quads like Screech Owl. If you haven’t done it (or done it in a while), time to step into that other man’s car.
The warm up continued with bringing our gear out to a pre-dawn field in Rock Hill. Then offering to help set up pop-up tents of other teams who thought about bringing fire pits or gas heaters. It was everyone’s first rodeo, but some were MUCH more experienced than others.
Prior to the start, Rock Hill’s Popeye gave a few words. RH Popeye’s day job is Public Relations Officer for either RHPD or York County Sherriff’s. So when the 4 officers were shot last week (with the YCSD officer dying from his wounds a few days ago), it was Popeye in the public eye across all media. He had a range of emotions in those few minutes, and rightfully so. Relief at being able to unplug from that strain for a little while as he surrounds himself with a different group of brothers. Regret at not being able to see his fallen comrade again, missing his hugs and his good works. Reaffirmation that he and all past and future law enforcement officers would literally take a bullet for you. For me. For anyone else in harm’s way. It was a humbling reminder of what kind of life and death choices others make so I can go about my day in my own little bubble.
Dawn breaks on a beautiful open field with a lake that we will be circling. The path is all paved. It is 28°. Jingles and I are ecstatic, because that makes it 20° warmer than when we ran the Joe Davis a couple weeks earlier.
Jingles runs the first mile and brings back intel that the loop isn’t actually 1 mile. It’s 1.3 miles. OM confirms this. At this point, these 2 begin Beautiful Minding / NASCAR Crew Chiefing the ramifications of such news. OM starts with taking our individual lap times and doing some kind of New Age Math on figuring out our actual mile times. Jingles figures out we won’t have to do all 5 laps apiece to get to 26.2; that we’ll get to it much sooner. This realization comes to all the teams at one point or another. I’m certain we were first in realization & calculations (hence the title).
When it was all done, we ended up doing 31 miles in a total time of 3 hours 25 minutes. I went to school in South Carolina, so if there’s any mathematical disparity in what I just wrote, I don’t want to hear about it.
Ranger (my 2.0) learned several things. He learned that running with someone makes everything better. On his second lap, he just happened to start with Dr. Suess. Don’t know what region he’s from, but they had a full conversation at a 7:30 pace(?!?). It was over before he knew it, but those few minutes was all it took for him to learn that life lesson. They were never able to synch up again on future laps. Ranger also didn’t see Dr. Suess when it was time to leave. Another life lesson – tell those you meet how much they matter to you RIGHT THEN, even if it’s only for a short time. And a bonus lesson for those of you reading – you never know how much of an impact you will make to someone. Double bonus – those moments of impact, may be just that – moments.
Ranger suffers from the same mindless eating that his father does. Ate too much between laps 2 & 3, so laps 3 on didn’t treat him well. However, when his time came, he would step up for his leg of the run. When he wanted to walk one of the later laps, he asked Land Shark if they could run together. Clearly an upgrade from what I would have done, even a year ago. I would have run during the part when my crew could see me, then walk the rest of the hidden way. Ranger chooses to #shieldlock with someone faster. Someone who will pull more out of him. If I were in his shoes, I would have run with someone much slower, so I would not have to expect so much out of myself.
I became Captain Obvious to him in the car afterwards. “When you come up against adversity, will you choose to saddle up with someone who will push you to your full measure, or will you look for someone who will encourage you to take the easy, mediocre, least effort, least growth way?” The intellectual answer seems obvious, but making the courageous choice has been difficult for me. I do find that I am making the hard choice more often, with less friction, since joining F3.
Jingles has a lion heart. He tweaked his knee playing with his boys during Snowmageddon this week. He didn’t say anything until the convergence on Friday. I think he only said something to explain why he may be a little slower than expected. There was never a doubt to him that he wouldn’t be out there come Saturday morning. With each lap, the pain continued to grow. Determined to do his laps, but worried about the time, he asked Old MacDonald to partner with him (see above life lessons). At the end of the event, visibly limping, he admitted that he had 2 Aleve in his pocket the whole time. But he didn’t want to take them to mask the pain, so as to not make a tweak potentially turn into something worse (hopefully I didn’t violate some HIPPA thing just now; hopefully the disclaimer about not suing me also covers medical). Sound, practical thinking. As for me, I’m allergic to pain. I would have downed whatever I could have to numb the pain. With that many days to think about the pain, I would have likely tapped out or looked for a replacement. Jingles, you continue to reveal more of your heart with each race I run with you. Thanks for sharing.
Land Shark was the first to join the team. Spurred by a desire to make the IL track team this spring, he thought this would be great conditioning / testing grounds. He will be judged by his mile time, so why not test it 5 or 6 times in a day? Find someone to chase down. Find your stride. Find your breath. Find your rhythm. He was put on the anchor leg because this would be the person who would have to run the final lap, then immediately go right back out there to run again with the whole group. And the other 4 would have a break not afforded to the 5th. He accepted it without hesitation or argument. If you’ve been in the workouts with him, he’s the epitome of “less talk, more work”. But he did speak up quite a bit during the CSAUP. And it was all positive encouragement. He’s a lifter. You want this one on your team. I’m calling dibs for the next set of partner work.
Old MacDonald. At first, he was willing to let LS run this thing as the only member of the MacDonald family. But it only took a few hours to realize that this would be a great bonding experience with his son. If you’ve never heard this before, Steven Covey talks about being an effective parent means spending time not just as a family, but spending time as one parent : one child. Have a special time / event / phrase that only the 2 of you share. Each one learns their own uniqueness, which gives them the confidence to express their uniqueness when the group needs that gift. Solid work, Mac. I also learned that he is an exceptional planner. Once we got the group together, I should have just handed off the controls to Old M. It took me to the last minute to get the info out to the group. He also is much better with names than I am. I called our group “O.G.’s & Upgrades”, but he had a string of alternates. My favorites: “3+Two.0”. “Generation Gap”, “We Thought This Was a 5K”, and my winner, “The Young & the Rest of Us”. He is also to blame for this backblast. I had no intention of doing one (why start now?), but he slid a compliment with an assumptive close so fast, I didn’t realize I just said yes to writing this up. Not that this should have been kept secret, but it’s taken longer to write this up that it did to run the marathon. Still, you all deserve to know the kind of people you run around with. If there’s someone you should run around with more, it’s this guy.
Did I learn anything about myself? Sure.
I’m close enough to breaking the 9:00 minute mile that it makes me want to start working on that.
I’m hard on my son until I write up something like this to realize he’s making better decisions than I did at that age. It’s a harder time, yet he’s handling it better.
I’m surrounded by so many great people everywhere I go now. It’s so pervasive that my thinking is shifting away from “I don’t belong here” to “where do I fit?” It excites and scares me.
I gotta write shorter backblasts if I ever want to see my family again.
Posted on behalf of Troylette. Before you read his words, read these:
There is no off position on Troylette’s HIM switch. First off, no one EH’ed him; he just shows up one morning like a badass. Then he just keeps getting better. I know that’s the point, but not everyone’s trajectory is so straight. When he Q’s, you can count on 30 – 187% will be stuff we haven’t done before (as you will see below). He’s fairly quiet on site (or more likely, he’s so far ahead of me I can’t hear him), but seems to have encyclopedic access to phenomenal memes for off site smack talk. I lack that skill, so all I can do is be his hype man.
He’s a regular for the 3rd F (Sanctuary), and has taken on a huge piece of this project mentioned in the Moleskin below. He’s just put the sandbag on his shoulders and ran with it. And brought stunning results, just coming out of the gate!
Oh, he also crafted a weight loss challenge whose structure is part fantasy football, part Roberts Rules of Order. It’s heady, but 3 themes abide – show up, lead us, weigh less.
I’m so glad Troylette is part of F3. He is sharpening all of us.
OK, back to Troylette’s BB:
Quick Mosey to start of walkway behind school
Knee Up w/ hip rotation (Opening & Closing the Gates)
Straight Leg Kick (Toy Soldiers?)
Partner Up and rotate between Dot Drill & Ground Exercise 35 seconds on & 10 seconds rest, and flapjack
|Round||Dot Drill||Ground Exercise|
|2||Right Foot Hops||Diamond Merkins|
|3||Left Foot Hops||Flutters|
|4||2 Ft Slalom||Merkins|
|5||2-1-2 rotate||Diamond Merkins|
Posse here again – Troylette had put 5 pieces of tape in a checkerboard pattern on each sidewalk square. It felt like we were practicing for the Hop Scotch / Double Dutch Winter Nationals. I kid because I sucked at it.
Mirror Drill (35 seconds work, 10 seconds rest, flapjack)
Mirror Lean Drill (35 seconds work, 10 seconds rest, flapjack)
Mosey to end of walkway
People Bag Drill
Spread out across walkway and begin working way up with person on end going through people bag x2
Troylette never gave the disclaimer, then stepped on my elbow during this drill. #SueTheQ
People’s Chair w/ rock Pass
Round 1 Left Side start w/ 5 rock raises & Right Side start w/ 5 steering wheels
Round 2 Left Side start w/ 5 chest press & Right Side start w/ 5 overhead press
Duck Walk back across sidewalk to main walkway and mosey to start of walkway
End with Partner Resistance Sled Work including 10 up downs
Great work by the Pax and embracing something a little different this morning. Had chance to bring out some of the old Football O-Line drills and modify with a F3 twist.
Had the opportunity to learn what old man strength was when going against Shop Dog at end when he was not giving any ground.
Got to hear a little chatter about upcoming game this weekend with BottleCap and Damascus leading way on Pats end, and Dirty Bird holding down for the Falcons with a whole bunch of bandwagon fans coming on to support the Falcons. Rumor still has it that if Falcons win that in the following
weeks days, Dirty Bird will be on Q.
More details about Debbie’s house project and opportunity to assist. Below is link to gofundme page for donations, and further details will come out early next week on opportunity to provide assistance with project. Tentative date is for President’s day weekend Feb 18-19.
Sign up Genius for manpower coming next week.
Thank you Bottlecap for taking us out.
When I sent out the preblast last night, it was met with crickets. Not a good sign. A few of them read it, but others openly declared that they never read preblasts, for fear of getting syched out and not going. There’s some good logic in there.
My plan was to hand off the Q to everyone in the group, having them do the hard work of Q’ing. The sheet I came up with was going to help give some guidance if needed. Basically, I signed up to cheat my way out of Q’ing. To say I Q’ed without actually Q’ing. But my efforts to abdicate my leadership responsibilities were thwarted by my own tendency to overcomplicate matters.
We started with a mosey to the bus parking lot, led by Ranger, my 2.0. Line up across the lot and race to the 2nd speed bump. The order you come in was going to determine the order of who would Q when. This turned out to be a red herring, as I already realized passing the Q wasn’t going to work. Still, it got us in the area for Ranger to lead…
The Warm Up
Grab a rock. Find one who can stick by you to the end.
People’s chair – air presses with your rock
Hold that rock out there…
People’s chair – air presses with your rock
Head down to the front of the bridge. Diamond merkins while we wait for the 6.
Sevens – mountain climbers at the bottom, step ups / box jumps on the tables at the top of the stairs. No rocks here.
Fast finisher? Then do curl to presses with your rock while you wait for the 6.
High knees with rock overhead while you go across the bridge. “He said heiney…”, said half the Pax. No, that joke never gets old.
Small field just past the bridge was a perfect place for Lt. Dan to salute us. The Jack Webb of legs = 1 squat to 4 lunges up to 10 squats & 40 lunges. This seemed to be the most unhappy I had seen the Pax in a while. Thankfully, Bottle Cap channeled the spirit of Kevorkian with his gutteral, mega-machismo counts that he normally does on a Jack Webb. However, the lunges force you to go slower than you can on air presses. Popeye wants to put Lt. Dan in front of a firing squad.
Pinball (with your rock) up to the knee wall in front of the track. Dips (rock optional) & Derkins
On the track, partner up for a little Catch Me If You Can. You only need 1 rock between the 2 of you, so each guy was eyeing and fondling each other’s stones to pick a winner. This adolescent humor was being led by the adults, and not the 2.0’s.
Partner 1 does 30 American Hammers while Partner 2 takes off with a rock around the track. Partner 1 chases him down and they flapjack.
The title was awkwardly appropriate for YHC. I was P1, but I never caught my P2, Comacho. Not even close. Like Katie Ledecky 800 m not even close. I think I saw him finish up ‘War & Peace’ when I strolled up to him. Good thing we only did it for 1 lap.
SSH until the 6 came in.
Mosey to the small grassy field on the other side of the concession stands.
Hot Potato – Partners face each other on their 6, locking legs together. P1 does a WWII sit up with the rock and passes it to P2. Flapjack.
Apparently, I do have a talent to incorporate an exercise in every workout that instantly reminds everyone of the Ambiguously Gay Duo. Uh, what’s everyone looking at?
Mosey to the top of the home stands with your rock. Let’s run the stadium steps, rock optional. With Transporter first in the gauntlet, he effectively rock-shamed others into running the stairs with their rocks.
While waiting on the other side of the stands, Shop Dog led with people’s chair rock air presses until everyone finished.
Mosey back to the low wall for Scorpion Dry Docks. New to some, pleasure for all.
Karaoke with your rock down the sidewalk, showing some WMS football teams how it’s done. The way they huddled together, you could tell they were impressed.
Lunge walk across the bridge. Jump squats while you wait for the 6.
We gotta drop our friends back off at the rock pile, but not before we take a suicide pact to each corner of the school. That was the slowest suicide I had seen in F3. Might this be a proper beatdown?
Rosalitas in the bus parking lot while everyone says good bye to Rocky.
Jailbreak to the front parking lot.
One minute left, so we leave it like we start it; Ranger introduces us to the Merkin Jack (a plank jack with a merkin combo). He came up with it on his own and wanted to make sure it got into his VQ. Unfortunately, a car was pulling through our circle just before we started this. Technically, it was time. Fortunately, we all have seen enough soccer now to know that extra time can be added at the end in circumstances like these. Thanks for being flexible.
Between the count-o-rama and the name-o-rama, I told a too long story.
A few weeks back was my 1 year anniversary in F3. With that has come a lot of losses:
This is all a credit to F3. I had not been able to achieve ANY of that on my own. The proof is the 3 YEARS of YMCA dues paid without once stepping foot onto a single property. I failed trying to do this on my own.
With friends and neighbors who consistently encouraged me to do F3 (and it took months of EH’ing), they deserve the credit for those results. They should also get the credit for these that occurred in the same year:
So as I went around on the name-o-rama, I gave each person a choice of how to be thanked for their time, efforts, and encouragement – full on bro-hug, hand slap one-armed hug, or fist bump. Everyone chose the bro-hug. Even the 2.0’s without their Dads present. It wasn’t creepy in the least.
Seriously, you’re still reading this?
The title came from my plan of yesterday spectacularly failing on reaching the cold light of the Twittersphere. The wheels were falling off. I thought sure this was going to be a horrible time. I was pre-embarrassed. I was taking that embarrassment out on my family, especially Ranger.
The closer to 0630 we got, the more I realized I was going to have to Omaha the whole workout, with the exception of Ranger’s parts. But I did it, much to my surprise. I was barely 1 exercise in front of the Pax in my head. Even leading from behind, I kept the 12’s busy so they didn’t have to plank on their own.
I got the time management thing right. Got us all back to the start so we had the opportunity to end on the minute. Normally, I’d attribute it to luck, but I actually knew what I was doing.
But my biggest surprise when it came time for me to do cadence counts of these exercises. I’ve avoided it every Q I did prior, knowing full well that I didn’t have the cardio available to do the exercise and talk through 3/4’s of it. But I was wrong. I could do it. I DID do it.
When I thought the wheels were falling off, it turned out to just be training wheels. Sometimes the Sky Q does that. Sometimes you are too locked into your own habits and thoughts that you fail to consider that you just may be ready, already.
Most sign off with “thanks for the opportunity to lead”. I learned today to say, thanks for the expectation to lead. Our F3 culture is such that I’m not allowed to stay under the radar. I can’t just show up and take the efforts and thoughts of another without giving something in return. While my giving may not be much now, I can feel my capacity to give growing each week. And with that comes the expectation to give. I couldn’t be more proud to be in the gloom with you brothers.
F3 Sanctuary – Thursday’s at Brooklyn Pizza in Wesley Chapel – 1930
Spartan Sprint – Sept. 10 – Fort Bragg
Spartan Beast & Sprint – Oct. 29 & 30 – Winnsboro, SC
C2 Survival (obstacle course) Race – Saturday, Sept. 17 – Camp Thunderbird (Lake Wylie)
A VERY family friendly OCR:
1 mile loop for kids 5 – 14
5k loop for ages 11+
There is an F3 / FiA group already in place.
If you’ve been wanting to share this gift of outdoor exercise with your family, this is the perfect event.
Price increase on 8/17!