Hump day
Date: 2025-06-05 AO: anvil Q: lorax PAX: Point Break, puddin_pop, Mr. Magoo FNGs: None COUNT: 4 Things were done.
Soggy-ish
Date: 2025-06-05 AO: the-devils-turn Q: flipper PAX: gumbo, hairball, flipper FNGs: None COUNT: 3 3 PAX for a light drizzle in the magic kingdom. Good convo makes the miles fly by
We have awnings
Date: 2025-06-05 AO: _area-51 Q: Brisket PAX: THE Rug Doctor, Focker, shrinkwrap, tagalong, Bombay FNGs: None COUNT: 6 WARMUP: Run through the rain searching for said awnings THE THANG: It wasn’t double digits (your fault) but 6 in the rain is worth 15 in the dry. Brisket took us on a triple nickel with questionable math from awning to awning. Then the rain stopped and we expanded to rock piles. MARY: Sure did ANNOUNCEMENTS: COT: Focker took us out
It never rains on Hydra
Date: 2025-06-05 AO: hydra Q: MARTA PAX: Mikeoelz FNGs: None COUNT: 2 Whether it be the rain or the detour or both, the site qs were alone this am. We audibled for a fellowship run of 3.0 miles where summer plans, benefits of sleep, and other sundry topics were discussed. Next week will be better
Welcome to the oblong
Date: 2025-06-04 AO: meathead Q: Uncle Leo PAX: Unplugged, flipper, Soul Glo, Emoji, high_tide, MARTA, Toto FNGs: None COUNT: 8 WARMUP: nod yes, shake no, slows shoulder CARs, elbow circles, some internal rotation hip moves and 2 rounds of Voodoo complex
THE THANG: 5 rounds of 4x cleans 3x push press 2x thruster Repeat on 2nd side
“Recovery” suitcase carry march across the parking lot and back
5 rounds of 4x SA swing 3x high pull 2x snatch Repeat on 2nd side
“Recovery” racked march across parking lot and back
20x 2HS EMOM for 5 minutes
MARY: Elbow plank with toe taps, Glute bridge and flutter
ANNOUNCEMENTS: Blood drive in June and S CLT CSAUP in Aug. some nonsense about running and McHorsey
COT: thanks to UP for the takeout with the Anvil men.
MMA has The Octagon and WWE/WWF has The Square Circle. The kettlebellers of S CLT form up in a shape that isn’t as regimented as a rectangle or square. It’s not as symmetrical as a circle, ellipse or oval. It’s best described as an oblong and it’s where heavy things are picked up and put back down. It’s where we all try to get a little better and push ourselves. It’s where we can just be ourselves in the fellowship of like minded (and sometime not) men.
Always a pleasure to lead…
THE THANG: 5 rounds of 4x cleans 3x push press 2x thruster Repeat on 2nd side
“Recovery” suitcase carry march across the parking lot and back
5 rounds of 4x SA swing 3x high pull 2x snatch Repeat on 2nd side
“Recovery” racked march across parking lot and back
20x 2HS EMOM for 5 minutes
MARY: Elbow plank with toe taps, Glute bridge and flutter
ANNOUNCEMENTS: Blood drive in June and S CLT CSAUP in Aug. some nonsense about running and McHorsey
COT: thanks to UP for the takeout with the Anvil men.
MMA has The Octagon and WWE/WWF has The Square Circle. The kettlebellers of S CLT form up in a shape that isn’t as regimented as a rectangle or square. It’s not as symmetrical as a circle, ellipse or oval. It’s best described as an oblong and it’s where heavy things are picked up and put back down. It’s where we all try to get a little better and push ourselves. It’s where we can just be ourselves in the fellowship of like minded (and sometime not) men.
Always a pleasure to lead…
Tariff-Free Zone
Date: 2025-06-04 AO: the-maul Q: super trooper PAX: midriff, Hawkeye, Odd Job, Roulette, Franky, patent_pending, SweetWater, teddyf3 FNGs: None COUNT: 9 WARMUP: SSH, Imp walker, hillbillies and cobra chickens THE THANG: ladder: 10x merkins, run, jump squats, run. Hill in between sets, repeat until reps are down to 1x. MARY: four corners mystery exercises with sprint intervals ANNOUNCEMENTS: no COT: no
Modern Life is Trash
Date: 2025-06-04 AO: sacs Q: wildturkey PAX: stonecold, Cheese Curd FNGs: None COUNT: 3 Miserable, isn’t it? Everything these days feels like a fresh hell. Your phone’s acting up, the internet’s slower than cold molasses, your coffee machine decided to self-destruct this morning, and don’t even get me started on trying to find a decent parking spot. Modern life, for all its supposed conveniences, is just one long, drawn-out pain in the ass. Every little thing, from the simplest task to the most complex project, seems designed to chip away at your sanity, leaving you feeling like you’ve gone 12 rounds with a pissed-off badger before your first cup of coffee. It’s enough to make you want to scream into a pillow. But then, there’s the gloom.
This morning, a hearty crew of degenerates, fed up with the endless parade of digital glitches, bureaucratic red tape, and general first-world problems, decided to embrace a different kind of pain. The good kind. The kind that reminds you what it’s like to just work. We strapped on our rucks, loaded up those glorious bags of sand, and hit the pavement.
We started with some good old-fashioned rucking. No apps, no notifications, just the rhythmic thud of boots on concrete and the weight of purpose on our shoulders. We pulled into the sad Raintree strip mall for BOMBS and BLIMPS. Each rep was a deliberate act, a raw, physical challenge. The sandbags, those shifting, unwieldy beasts, served as a perfect metaphor for life’s unpredictable annoyances – you can’t quite control them, but you can certainly learn to wrestle them into submission. I’mThere’s a primal satisfaction in that. When you’re grunting through a sandbag overhead press, or just grinding out another quarter-mile with 100 pounds on your back, those petty everyday frustrations just… fade away. There’s no buffering wheel of death, no automated customer service menu, no passive-aggressive email. Just effort. Just the simple, undeniable truth of what your body can do when you demand it.
It’s in those moments of stripped-down simplicity that you find clarity. We take so much for granted in this “modern” world. But out on concrete, pushing yourself, you remember the basics: the ability to move, the strength to carry a burden, the camaraderie of the PAX suffering alongside you. You remember that your legs work, your lungs draw breath, and you have brothers willing to get up in the dark and push themselves.
So, next time your Wi-Fi craps out or your “smart” appliance decides to be dumb, remember this morning. Remember the grit, the grind, and the genuine gratitude that comes from simply putting in the work. Because sometimes, the best way to deal with the pain in the ass of modern life is to find a different, more fulfilling kind of pain.
This morning, a hearty crew of degenerates, fed up with the endless parade of digital glitches, bureaucratic red tape, and general first-world problems, decided to embrace a different kind of pain. The good kind. The kind that reminds you what it’s like to just work. We strapped on our rucks, loaded up those glorious bags of sand, and hit the pavement.
We started with some good old-fashioned rucking. No apps, no notifications, just the rhythmic thud of boots on concrete and the weight of purpose on our shoulders. We pulled into the sad Raintree strip mall for BOMBS and BLIMPS. Each rep was a deliberate act, a raw, physical challenge. The sandbags, those shifting, unwieldy beasts, served as a perfect metaphor for life’s unpredictable annoyances – you can’t quite control them, but you can certainly learn to wrestle them into submission. I’mThere’s a primal satisfaction in that. When you’re grunting through a sandbag overhead press, or just grinding out another quarter-mile with 100 pounds on your back, those petty everyday frustrations just… fade away. There’s no buffering wheel of death, no automated customer service menu, no passive-aggressive email. Just effort. Just the simple, undeniable truth of what your body can do when you demand it.
It’s in those moments of stripped-down simplicity that you find clarity. We take so much for granted in this “modern” world. But out on concrete, pushing yourself, you remember the basics: the ability to move, the strength to carry a burden, the camaraderie of the PAX suffering alongside you. You remember that your legs work, your lungs draw breath, and you have brothers willing to get up in the dark and push themselves.
So, next time your Wi-Fi craps out or your “smart” appliance decides to be dumb, remember this morning. Remember the grit, the grind, and the genuine gratitude that comes from simply putting in the work. Because sometimes, the best way to deal with the pain in the ass of modern life is to find a different, more fulfilling kind of pain.
PopTart’s Patterns
Date: 2025-06-04 AO: wamrap Q: poptart PAX: Orange Whip, double_e, Horsehead, Christmas, mcgee, Ledbetter FNGs: None COUNT: 7 No warmup or cool down. Group stayed together for first time ever. Hand release merkins, step ups, heels to heaven, RDLs, dragonflies and manmaker merkins. Almost three rounds complete.
Tugging on the hammy
Date: 2025-06-03 AO: bagpipe Q: war_eagle PAX: wildturkey, Roulette, taggart, Pilgrim, ToeJam, Blue Tent FNGs: None COUNT: 7 WARMUP: Mosey to the Campbells building for a standard COP except the number of reps was anything but standard. This led to discussions of Rousey’s counting. We miss you Rousey…heal up. THE THANG: – 4 corners around the Campbells lot alternating 15 merkins and 15 big boi situps at each corner. 2 rounds. – To Bagpipe Hill. 20 flutters at the bottom and 10 J-Lo’s at the top. 2 rounds. – To the rockpile around Loch Ness. Partner up with P1 doing 20 curls and 20 Oh presses while P2 runs and does 10 pull ups. Continue backing down 2 pull ups and 4 reps each round. We got to 2 pull ups and 4 reps before needing to head back to launch. – Stopped at the Wells Fargo for core work. – Back to launch at the same time as Swift who actually touched the ground and called 1 minute of plank. MARY: Oh yes. YHC wanted some ab/ core work. ANNOUNCEMENTS: Inferno Race Blood Drive See Slack for both. COT: Prayers for Starch and his impending 1st child. Health and good wishes for all.
Tugging on the hammy
Date: 2025-06-03 AO: bagpipe Q: war_eagle PAX: wildturkey, Roulette, taggart, Pilgrim, ToeJam, Blue Tent FNGs: None COUNT: 7 WARMUP: Mosey to the Campbells building for a standard COP except the number of reps was anything but standard. This led to discussions of Rousey’s counting. We miss you Rousey…heal up. THE THANG: – 4 corners around the Campbells lot alternating 15 merkins and 15 big boi situps at each corner. 2 rounds. – To Bagpipe Hill. 20 flutters at the bottom and 10 J-Lo’s at the top. 2 rounds. – To the rockpile around Loch Ness. Partner up with P1 doing 20 curls and 20 Oh presses while P2 runs and does 10 pull ups. Continue backing down 2 pull ups and 4 reps each round. We got to 2 pull ups and 4 reps before needing to head back to launch. – Stopped at the Wells Fargo for core work. – Back to launch at the same time as Swift who actually touched the ground and called 1 minute of plank. MARY: Oh yes. YHC wanted some ab/ core work. ANNOUNCEMENTS: Inferno Race Blood Drive See Slack for both. COT: Prayers for Starch and his impending 1st child. Health and good wishes for all.