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As always great work by all of the PAX today. YHC enjoyed having today’s group, and getting back to doing bootcamps with the boyz now that Kiawah is done… and all the running that was required in training. Beauty of HIIT is that there isn’t a lot of room for rest, and you have the ability to push yourself as hard as you can / want to without being hindered by the Q, a partner, or anything else but yourself, kind of like my other favorite workout style the AMRAP. It wasn’t a team competition today, but there were 4 teams of 2.
FREHLEY’S COMET TRUE HOLLYWOOD STORY: This may take a while….apologies. But, First the positives… because there are only a few… Frehley’s is a 52yrs old grown @$$ man that can still post at any AO in town, and he isn’t close to being dead (though he could be from his drinking habits). His boyish looks might deceive anyone into thinking he is in late 30’s but the dude is OLD… don’t judge a book by it’s cover. So Frehley’s first comes up to me at the start of Fat Camp today and immediately calls me out, for my including him in the BRAVE Backblast (shameless plug for sick backlist here: http://f3nation.com/2016/12/24/the-brave-bb-were-gonna-need-a-bigger-deck/ . “Hey Tolkien so I was gonna show up to The Brave AMRAP Friday, but I was so sick… blah, blah blah…” YHC didn’t want to hear the excuses. Frehley’s is normally a Brave regular, but he wasn’t there and not for a good reason. Word on the street was that Frehley’s is also a regular at another one of Charlotte’s finest establishments, Club Nikki by the airport. On a Thursday night the dude was dancing & lapping and lapping & dancing till 3am in the morning, making it rain with dolla bills, and making it mist with his signature flatulence. It was out of control. He was even doing pull-ups and partner-carries in the champagne room! Then at 3:30am it starts getting real hot and one of the dancers snags Frehley’s hand towel that is somehow still tucked into his belt, although mightily wrinkled from a long night’s work. Frehley’s gets into a huge scrum with the bouncers, and the smoke machine goes wild. Frehley’s snags what he believes to be his towel and exits the building before the cops come. No-one takes the towel from Frehley’s man! Frehley’s makes it home, puts an ice pack on his head wrapped in his towel and goes to sleep… missing The Brave. Frehley’s has been off work and would have come to Foxhole Monday but it was cancelled and has been nothing but a homebody for a few days. Anxious to get out in the gloom after chilling around the house, Frehley’s shows up at Fat Camp today and does a very solid job at the workout and works up a pretty good sweat. As the sun starts to come up, the PAX notices that Frehley’s is wearing something on his head… some leopard skin looking thing holding back his Nick Nolte like hair. The dude had been prancing around in aka ‘Starr’s’ leopard print thong, which he had mistaken for his towel, on his head for the past few days!!! Photo here: https://www.etsy.com/listing/156592364/mens-leopard-animal-print-thong Of course at the end of the workout it falls off, and the General was the only one stupid daring enough to pick it up and return it to Frehley’s. You can’t make this up folks… Let’s start a GoFundMe account to raise $4 bucks for a new headband for Frehley’s … please!
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
YHC wishes each and every one of you a safe and blessed Happy New Year to all of you and your families.
SYITG ~ JRR Tolkien
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