The 5:29am PSA that YHC would be substit-q-ing for A51 Godfather, Hops, was met immediately with 20 forlorn looks of concern, confusion, and disappointment. Not sure what to make of all that (and rather than unpack everyone’s true feelings on the matter), we mosied.
1/2 way up to the COP, Scratch n Win casually mentioned that he plans to jump out of a plane on his 40th birthday (because clearly there’s nothing worth living for after that point). Being duly uplifted, we circled up…
and Line up for partner plank-a-thon
Mary at center field (thanks to whoever led the effort here)
With New Years Resoluters around the globe fartsacking in Februraury, 20 pax rolled out to prove their commitment to selves and support YHC in his Rock Zero VQ. Flipper quickly educated me that there’s technically no such thing as a “site VQ”. I quickly educated him that he could technically kiss my gluts and lead these yayhoos himself.
Extra long mosey… scenic route to the roundabout including some karaoke and backpedaling.
Partner up and grab a (pre-ordained) rock
20 big boy situps, locking feet and passing rock to partner (you aND your chiropractor have Runstopper to thank for this one)
No “running with rocks”. That’s unhealthy and stupid. Instead, we mosey with the rocks to the playground sandpit.
Independent circuit… 7 pullups, 7 kneeups, 7 SMCs, and take a lap out to the Clemson flag and back. (3 x all of the above)
20 more partner rock situps (awful)
Mosey to hotbox
People’s chair while passing rock back n forth
BTTW… hold …20 toe taps
People’s chair with rock bak n forth… twice
20 donkey kicks oyo
Mosey to the turf… 4 legged starfish… 20 LBCs, my climbers, squats, merkins
Someone irked me, so we added 5 burpees before and after each leg
Grab the rocks and mosey back to pile, then to start… finish strong with dolly, hth, and Flutter to the bell.
Someone better be going to confession this week due to blatant unsportsmanlike conduct. The Clemson flag (my WIFE’S alma mater) was used as a beacon to guide you all through this mornings gauntlet, and you disrespected it (and Mrs. Sprockets – a saint!) By repeatedly unplanting it. Rumors flew of bitter Tide alums and someone who rhymes with Tackler, but I make no accusations. Confess your sins, and you will be washed clean.
Id missed the past few weeks, so Great to see some new-ish faces like Elsa, Dora, Floorslapper. Great to have you.
Thanks to Gummy, Ductwork, Stone Cold and others for helping keep the pax together. Appreciate the teamwork.
The official coronation of our new site Qs transpired with a riveting speech from the outgoing Hoover. Thanks to him, Borewors and Flipper for leading RockZero past, and to Nemo and Geraldo for RZ future.
Joe Davis run 3/9? No RockZero that day.
Prayers for our fallen brother this week… pleas e continue to support one another on and off the field. We’re all in this together.
It was a true pleasure today. Enjoy the weekend.
A strong quorum of 22 pax rolled out either to fulfill New Years resolutions, or they were lured under false pretenses that they’d be supporting YHC in his VQ. Either way, the environment was festive, largely because Cheese Curd offered to do a Flashdance performance when asked about his legwarmers (don’t tease me, bro!) Speaking of Curd, he won the Eskimo award by dressing more appropriately for a snowmobile tour than a bootcamp workout, but whatever. The boyz looked chilly, so off we ran…
Arrived at the turf unscathed (though we could’ve used nightvision goggles to navigate the bleachers), and searched in the dark for Surprise #1. It was at this point, 2mins into the workout that Gummy yelled out “the wheels are coming off, Sprockets!” (Thanks for the vote of confidence.) Then I located it… a rusty old football gauntlet last used by the OP Elementary PeeWee league of ’72. We singled up, gained some speed, lowered our shoulders and plowed through it like Chris Farley through a coffee table (or it least some of us did… the ones with pelotas).
Then I made more friends… 10 burpees OYO, followed by a pass through the rusty gauntlet and run back to plank
10 burpees OYO, followed by another pass through the widowmaker
Mosey down south across Rea to the corner of Windy Rush and something.
Plank it up for shoulder taps
Partner up… run the block. Upon encounter, Partner 1 does 15 big boy situps, Partner B planks on partner 1’s feet. Run back to start and flapjack.
Plank for hip touches (your OWN hips, Puddin’ Pop!)
Partner up… run the block. Upon encounter, Partner 1 does 15 derkins atop planking partner. Run back to start and flapjack.
Run to the church, grab a 20-rep rock, carry overhead to assigned line.
Lunge walk with rock across parking lot to the grass.
Lunge walk with rock back across parking lot
Run back to the Eastsiiiiide (motel) of the school and find some wall.
Return to start.
19 real American heroes were in the Nest (of the trust tree) this morning, undeterred by temps at which water transforms to a solid. Hops gave me some pushback on the start time, but then confessed that he doesn’t actually wear a watch. (Apparently he has Kramer-esque internal alarm clock skills). Regardless, the boyz looked chilly, so we gots to movin…
Found a random parking lot (with lights this time) and circled up to get the blood flowin:
Mosey to the track…
Warmup lap with some karaoke, leaving the inner 2 lanes open for fellow civilians. (Several Geometry majors in the group seemed remarkably upset by this suggestion, realizing they’d have to put in at least another dozen steps this morning.)
Then (back by unpopular demand), the patented “a$$ wrecker” combo… sure to get your buns rock hard like those ballerinos in the Buttcracker Ballet:
Plank-o-Rama. Hold at 6″ until Revlon gets his fill.
Head to the turf…
Mary circle at centerfield:
Line up abreast on the 50
Drop n gimme 20 merkins, run to the goal line (which is apparently farther away in soccer than in ‘Murican Football)…19 merkins, run back to the 50, wash rinse & repeat… 18, 17, 16, 15… finish back at the 50 yd line (or at least that was the idea.)
Grab a shmediumish rock and head to the bridge, find a piece of wall and settle into people’s chair for another experiment that “looked good on paper”.
Drop the stupid rock and tell yourself the workout’s over and that you’re running back to parking lot…
Instead of actually returning to start, follow YHC, who (in his first official full-length Q) clearly suffers from poor time mgmt skills and flounders to kill another 5 mins. Find a dark slab of icy asphalt. Bear crawl to 1st median, run to 2nd. Turn and repeat. (If your hands hadn’t already gone numb while holding the cold rock, this should certainly do it!).
Return to origin for ~25 Rosalita and 50 Freddy Mercs.
Some idiot noticed we had 30 secs left, so 10 burpees OYO rounded out the post.
Upon commencing the polar bear crawls, I believe I heard Semi-gloss “call an Omaha”. I’m not sure exactly what that means, but I believe it’s where you stand around while you watch other people exercise. (Sounds inviting… I’ll have to add that to my Weinke next time)
Hammer shaved a good 100yds off the workout by arriving at 5:31 and parking on the route toward our warmup circle (clearly a veteran move… I’ve still so much to learn!)
Doc McStuffins and Runstopper went for extra credit by knocking out another 14 merkins at the end of the merkin suicides. (For Doc, something was clearly lost in translation. For Runstopper, he starts his Merkins so close to the ground that I guess he needs the extra reps to make them count.)
Please keep Cooter and Huggy Bear in your prayers as they both face surgery today.
Hops encouraged us to consider reaching out a brother this season… a simple call can make all the difference in a man’s life.
Thanks to Hops for his leadership in this group, for asking me to lead this morning, and for trusting me not to screw it up (too bad). And thanks to Pastor Purple Haze for the solid sendoff.
A group of 21 very experienced ladykillers took this VQ under their wings this morning to see me finally become a man. I told them I wasn’t a professional, but I went ahead and decided to make them pay.
First stop was a shady dark utility lot for some warmup. SSHs, Imperial Walkers, LSQs, and some windmills limbered up the limbs and we headed to the track for an easy lap including some Karaoke and backpedaling.
Then, the fun began…
20 Sister Mary Catherines
20 Mountain Climbers
20 Skater Lunges
Take a lap and make it count on the backstretch
Wait for the 6 in an “Al Gore” seated position and like it
(Repeat all of the above 3 times)
Hand the keys to Champagne and mosey to the turf…
4-legged starfish with 5 double-merkin burpees in center field between each leg…
10 Wide-arm Merkins
10 Diamond Merkins
10 Carolina Drydocks
(Repeat all of the above twice)
Grinders (‘nuf said)
Mosey to the lot for a new world record 200 flutter kicks and cash it in
Susan G Komen Race for the Cure is this weekend. Speed for Need is pushing 8 cancer survivors and looking for volunteers. Contact Tolkein (aka “Token”) to get involved. (Doc McStuffins gave a heartfelt testimony for “Heathers’ Heroes”. You can have a tremendous impact on the life of a survivor by giving them a unique raceday experience)
Apparently, One Eye needs to be renamed One Ear, because he completely failed to hear my instructions on the track and took off like a Sooner in the Oklahoma land rush of 1889.
A big shoutout to Hops and Champagne for challenging me to lead today, as well as Revlon, Mermaid, Alf, Hopper, and many others for coaching me on my VQ prep. It was also great to catch up with Mall Cop today, since he’s the dirty son of a gun who gave me this awful name.. As many of you know, I moved to town 3 months ago without really knowing a soul, so this group has been a true blessing to me, and I am sincerely grateful. As Doc McStuffins would say, “Moochos Grassyos”.