Earth Day

Earth Day

Jumped in the TRuckster (the 2nd most gas efficient SUV of the TR Family Fleet) and met 21 other Eco-pillagers in the gloom.  Twenty two pax and 22 cars; the DV pax doing their part kill off the polar bears (which are the most vicious of the bear species–we’re doing the Eskimos a solid if you ask me).

WARM UP

• Down the to the track for a lap
• Back up to the lot for COMD (light on pain, heavy on Mild Discomfort)

DISCLAIM and WAIVE

COP

• SSH x 20
• IW x 15
• One-legged burpees x 10 (A nod to the one-winged Site Q, Stage Coach)
• Low Slow Squats x 10 or so.  Wasn’t paying attention during this part
• Other-legged burpees x 10 (A reminder why we hope Stage Coach never comes back–those suck and I only did 8.  But that’s more than I do when he calls for them.)
• Mosey back down the field

BIG BOY SUICIDES

• Start on near goal line
• Run to 50, perform called exercise
• Back to near goal, perform exercise
• Run to far goal line, perform exercise
• Back to near goal line, perform exercise

Exercises were: Merkins x 10; Mt. Climbers x 10; Squat Jumps x 10 (with backwards run); Just plain running on last round.  Mosey to bleacher area for….

PARTNER LOOP

• Partner 1 runs loop up stairs and back down ramp.
• Partner 2 performs called exercise.
• 2 rounds each

Exercises: Decline Merkins, aka Balls to the Bleachers; Heels to Heaven (look at that hole in the ozone–she’s a beaut….); Step Ups

COT

MOLESKINE

• Didn’t get the memo on Earth Day until I got back to the house and read about it on a dead tree, all whilst sitting on a 5-gallon-flush black market commode.  You could flush a cat with that thing (so I have heard). ProTip:  Stand up before engaging the flushing lever.
• Good seeing the old crew today.  Johnny Shore (World’s Toughest Pediatrician (R)) and Callaway (the only golf-named pax not participating in F3 Golf) took the #F3SeniorCenter activity bus over.  Didn’t hear a peep from Callaway the whole time.  The old man is definitely off his game.  Used to bring hard stuff on mumblechatter.
• Didn’t observe much of note during the field work, mostly because it’s darker than the far side of the moon out there.  Header and Busch were out front most of the time, carrying on like a couple of mall walkers.  Yap, yap, yap.
• I did happen to catch sight of Sussdio’s pink tights under his capri pants.  Then threw my headlamp into the woods.
• Someone moved Haze’s cheese and somehow he posted with us today.
• Puddin’ Plop laying down a thick cloud of methane during H2H.  Was also a little disappointed in his effort out there–there was a little spot on the side of his shirt that wasn’t saturated all the way through.  A little more effort next time, Plop.
• Strong work by Uncle Si.  Couldn’t tell if that was a Breathe-Right or he cut his nose shaving, but it didn’t seem to slow him down regardless.

Last, I’d like to end on serious note.  If you are under 40,you may not be aware but Bruno Mars is not funk music.  Singing about funk doesn’t make you funky any more than putting on a powdered wig makes you Baroque. If you want the real deal, you need to go to Kannapolis’s own Dr. Funkenstein.

Word.