On Monday at Swole, we will launch a new program from Joe Daniels called Double Kettlebell Precision. Joe describes this program as follows: “This four-week course teaches all of the practical DOUBLE KETTLEBELL exercises you will need when adding a pair of kettlebells to your training. It is informative, but it is also a challenging, progressive four-week kettlebell training program.” The idea is to spend a month at the beginning of the year at Swole/Meathead/Olympus focusing on quality over quantity and dialing in our form. Don’t go crazy with the weight at this stage – there will be plenty of time for that later in 2023. We’ll then take what we’ve learned and use it for additional programs throughout the year.
The program can be seen here. There are a number of hyperlinks throughout each tab with videos walking through exercises and/or complexes. If you plan to attend the workout, it would be a good idea to take a look beforehand. If you’re Qing, it is highly recommended to click the links.
I’ll be the Q on Monday and Saturday, while Unplugged will Q Wednesday. After that, we’ll be asking the pax to take the helm.
See you in the gloom in 2023!
Voodoo
Tuck and I decided that 10 decks weren’t enough last year. So we’re taking it up to 11. Tuck also decided that he wanted YHC to lead this thing. The annual tradition must continue so here goes nothing. We had over 40 guys last year, can we get 50 this year?
For the uninitiated, this event is quite simple:
Only this year it’s bigger and badder. Can you hit all 11 decks within a 2-hour period while running approximately 10 miles?
Feeling a little daunted by 11 concrete corridors? Take on 7 parking decks in 1 hour. Either way, it’s a fine opportunity to push yourself and share in a unique experience.
The Thang
16 mumble chattering elves showed up in the dense Area51 gloom to light the Yule log and fix the newel post. Puddin’ Pop came bearing malodorous gifts, and several of the other elves didn’t exactly hitting Santa’s productivity quota.
Seeing that only Thunder Road was wearing reflective gear, YHC decided to dial down the mileage and stay out of the working class neighborhood of OP. Who are we kidding, we were never going to run through the neighborhood on my Q. Apologies for going over 2 miles, as per Brandi, on my bootcamp Q. I’ll do better next time.
Here’s a little bit of Yuletide Moleskinny:
Some noteworthy moments this morning, not the least of which was YHC splintering one of the picnic table benches on the first step-up. Put down the egg nog, Hops, and pick up a KB. Skip rope and skip dinner! Cobains. The bench was already splintered. True story. Check the video tape. All of the OP posse promised to fix it via a scout project. OR Motorboat will pick it up and torch it in Spackler’s burn barrel.
Other tidbits worthy of mention:
Site Q and gentleman Jet Fuel actually refuseniked quite politely — asking what he should do in lieu of burpee’s. Spackler et al did not ask, he had already grabbed his tiny bag of nicotine #chemicalcrutch and his Yeti at 6:11am. #warrior
Walthar N’Djaiye’s were a bit dodgy this morning. Read the disclaimer, men.
We went 2.03734 miles apparently. Messed up the paver wall for the Methodists. Lessened the outdoor lunch seating capacity by 3. Did some other stuff, too.
Thanks to Jet Fuel and Slingshot tapping me to Q, even if it was because Ickey knew he’d be too hung over from Wednesday night bowling league. True Story. Glad I could help. Do I get a team shirt with my name in cursive, Ickey? #earlanthony
Remember: it’s only 15 days until the Gasparilla Bowl. Alabama is not in the CFP. And Baker Mayfield is starting for the defending Super Bowl Champs.
Even if you don’t really celebrate Christmas, this song is worth a listen. I think it’s powerful. Pay attention to the lyrics. This song was actually a poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, who among other tragic events in his life, watched his wife burn to death in their home. So how could he write about right prevailing? What was his hope? He wrote this in 1864, while our country was tearing itself apart and his son lay in a hospital, badly wounded in the war.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F756Mjxxrvc
“Then rang the bells more loud and deepGod is not dead, nor doth He sleepPeace on Earth.Peace on Earth.The wrong shall fail, the right prevailWith peace on Earth, good will to men.”
yep. a backblast. remember those?
there was a shovel flag, too…God bless Snowflake, Centurion, and the USA, of course. The only SF in Area51 that I’m aware of. Let’s plant a few more, men.
there were also 6 Respect’s and two forty-something’s…Lorax being the younger of the two – War Baby for the first time in his long, illustrious F3 career.
Snuka rightly called me out on Thanksgiving asking why I don’t post anymore. It hurt because it was laden with truth. The dude’s 61 and posts 4-5 times per week. Just don’t ask him to swing a KB…..he’ll hurt himself.
Chelms returned to his old grounds and tracked exactly 1.94 miles, mostly uphill according to him. He also said something for the first time at an F3 workout: “I’m focusing on form.” True story. His words….not his actions.
Snowflake is 2 weeks older than Snuka, but 3 inches taller…or 4.
Erin Brokavich was almost War Baby for the first time….if only Lorax hadn’t decided to start posting again himself. Don’t call it a comeback.
Runstopper, broken wrist and all, was putting in the work….not sure the burpees, normally his forté, were happening though. He wore more than just tights, and we gave thanks for that.
Emoji was all smiles of course; but he was complaining about the wall being too smooth for Walthar N’Djaiye’s as well as the additive nature of the burpees.
Pax stayed in the parking deck, aka Cerberus, for 35 minutes…then did some rock work and some Mary.
good to be back at Centurion, the best Friday Area51 bootcamp in southwestern Mecklenburg County.
All in all a good morning. No one was held up at gun point. YHC found 61 cents in the parking deck. Chelms offered to watch it for me at one point…not the kind of accounting I was looking for. And no one got hit by a car crossing Route 51.
“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.” You’ve likely heard that around F3. It’s an ancient Hebrew saying. There’s a lot more good stuff written by the same dude and several others. If you want to check out some of it, I’d be glad to make a few suggestions.
Thanks to Snowflake for taking us out in prayer, and for tapping me to Q.