Spindrah

Spindrah

This morning I woke up to rain tapping at my window. I thought to myself no one will show today, it’s Saturday, raining at 5:30am, fixing it for Christ service event and a big ol’ donkey is on Q. I had visions of no one showing, just me in a parking lot. My mind raced with a backblast laced with me, myself and I in a Don Quixote-esq type struggle of physical feats and outrageous claims. Alas upon pulling into Nesbit I saw a gaggle of men and knew i had to put this dream away for another day.

DiCCS given. Let’s Mosey.

The Thang

Mosey to and around the circle up to Kensington parking lot. 11 Potato pickers, stretch left, right, plank calf stretches. Mosey to playground parking lot. Line up side by side. Bear crawl the length of the lot. Recover. Mosey to Kensington Drive around to the entrance of Millbridge.

To help our marketing efforts, I called for 20 monkey humpers, 6 facing the street. Mosey to clubhouse, return for the six.

At the clubhouse, line up side by side again. At this point Damascus stated if we were doing bear crawls he was going to climb on my shoulders or something awkward like that. I said of course not, no more bear crawls. We shall crawl – bear the length of the clubhouse parking lot.

Recover. YHC then informed the PAX we’d be moseying up the best hill in the recently acclaimed neighborhood, all the way to the end (second round about). 20 merkins at every intersection. Circle back for the 6.

Some wise ass then suggested we mary as we wait for Uber to bring us back to COT. Enough with that, YHC informed the group we’d be moseying back down to the clubhouse (a mere .7 miles away), stopping at every intersection and performing 10 Bobby Hurleys.

Right before the clubhouse a small group gathered at the entrance to the trail. Word got out a certain member of the PAX had the sudden urge to fertilize some bushes. Well, that’s all YHC’s colon had to hear. Change of plans – circle back for the 6, mosey along the trail back to Nesbit.

Arriving back at the Nesbit circle, YHC had an urgent matter to attend to in my office, temporary Q duties given to Rubbermaid. Sprints and burpees ensued. Upon completing my business, I returned and assembled PAX back to Nesbit Circle. Everyone grab space on the curb.

Next up: Robin Givens Web: 1 Mike Tyson, 4 jabs…all the way to 10 Mike Tyson’s, 40 jabs.

Next: Partner up, first pair sprint, all other hold plank until first pair cross finish line, next pair spring, etc. On the other end across the finish line, hold plank until the entire group finished. 25 LBC’s in cadence. Finished.

Ye Olde Moleskin

Seems like mileage today was between 3.5 to 4.0 depending upon how much you circle backed for 6. My inspiration for today was NOT Doughboy’s workout on Friday, in fact I didn’t see the backblast until this morning. I wanted to challenge myself and provide a workout that would be challenging for the fittest of gazelles. Also truth be told it was out of laziness, the only planned weinke was the loop from Kensington up to the top of the hill in Millbridge. Everything else I improvised. The inspiration for the Robin Givens webb was born out of an idea Knish shared with me as we moseyed down the hill. I won’t steal his thunder but he has a great new webb called the Donkey Punch. I was going to steal it and conduct this awful move back at Kensington, but as my urgent business matter called, I had to change plans. But, while in my office, a deviation of the Donkey Punch was born, the Robin Givens. Ta-da!

One thing I want to put out there, which is serious. My intent is to reach just one guy who is going through something similar and let them know they are not alone. It’s also a way to keep me accountable. I’m coming up on my 1 year anniversary with F3 in a couple months. Overall my stamina is up and I’ve lost a very modest 15 pounds, very mediocre results. What’s kept me from losing more and getting closer to the head of the pax? Booze, wine, cocktails. It was nothing for me to throw back a bottle of wine at night during the week. I was trying to suppress/numb some things I was going through, we all go through: My job, relationship with M, kids, just the everyday struggles and stresses we experience as we go through life. Problem was I knew I was growing old, but not necessarily growing up. 3-4 glasses of wine at the end of a day was suppressing this reality, if just for a couple hours. Problem was it was still there the next day. Well, after committing to myself and my wife, enough was a enough. No more drinky poo during the week. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to enjoy the weekends, but mindless, socialess drinking on the couch at night had to stop. It affected my mood, my ability to push myself during workouts, my performance at work and doesn’t help the fact that I’m prone to depression and anxiety. And in the couple weeks since I’ve started, it has made a tremendous difference. I also started seeing a therapist. That too has held me accountable and helping me become a HIM. Why do I say this all? It’s not for outreach or praise – but to say thank you to a group that has steered me down a path to becoming a better man. I say it because maybe someone else in the group is going through something similar. I want to let that person(s) it’s ok, life can be heavy at times and it’s ok to reach out for help. We CANNOT do this alone. Life is not meant to be a solitary exercise. F3 is one of many vehicles we can use to help each other out. I always knew that was part of the idea of F3, but I can tell you that not until I committed myself to becoming a better man did I feel the non athletic portions of F3 applied to me. We are here for you, I am here for you.

Blue Screen took us out, thank you.