Date: 2025-12-12 AO: joust Q: hoover PAX: ductwork, ChickenWing, puddin_pop, geraldo, Mr. Magoo, baracus, high_tide, Header, stonecold, Horsehead, Limey FNGs: None COUNT: 12 Happy Fun Friday! Fun Friday is the 4th F that no one ever talks about. But secretly it’s the reason we all go to workouts, for the “fun”.
Today was no exception to the fun. As 12 pax stayed in their warm cars until the Q stepped out and got the party started. It was a solid crew of regulars and a curiously familiar FNG. The mumblechatter was strong this morning and the pax put in the work.
Pudding Pop started us off by sneezing so hard he left some medulla-oblongata on the pavement. This would not be the only violent episode of things being expelled from the human body this morning. On that note, I propose a brief reflection on … flatulence.
This morning the PAX experienced something scientists will one day struggle to explain but every married man already understands deeply: Bootcamp Flatulence.
There we were—12 grown men, warriors of the gloom—on our 6. Focused. Determined. Glistening with the sweat of discipline. And then…it happened.
At first, just one lonely blip. A rogue early-morning trumpet. We all heard it, but nobody said a word. We’re professionals. Then a second. Then a third.
And like yawning in a quiet room, the gastrointestinal gates opened one by one. A symphony. A chorus. A movement, in every sense of the word.
It was as if this workout had activated some primal signal—like whales calling across the ocean, except infinitely less majestic.
By the end, we weren’t doing flutter kicks so much as bracing for acoustic aftershocks. It was a moment of unity, of vulnerability, of…well, methane.
In F3 we talk about the bonds forged in the gloom. Today, those bonds were strengthened—not just through shared sweat and effort, but through the unmistakable reminder that we are all but men, especially before breakfast.
WARMUP: Stand around and wait for late-comers. Chicken Wing came in hot and we were off on a mosey to the heated lacrosse/soccer/field hockey fields.
THE THANG: Typical COP stuff plus some burpees. No side-straddle-nopes. The mumblechatter was strong with the pax today.
4 corners with 3x the exercises: – start with 3 burpees and do 3 burpees at the return to center each time – the idea was merkins, leg work (squats and lunges) and a round of Mary at each corner.
for you calculus types, this means we did 12 burpees, and 12 exercises across al 4 corners. with tomorrow being 12 days til Christmas and the celebration of the greatest non-holiday of all time, 12 was an apt theme
Mosey to the bleachers, apparently they are upgrading Grandma to fit the new basketball center on the campus. It’s fenced off, which made it tempting to hop the fence and get some exercises in.
Partner work – 2 rounds of Partner 1 runs to the blue door (that is now grey?) while Partner 2 does called exercises, flap jack, rinse and repeat
People’s Chair and Air Presses
Mosey to the parking lot for some more Mary until we were gassed out, literally then move 10 feet away for 3 more burpees.
MARY: she kept popping up all across campus but we still haven’t seen her
ANNOUNCEMENTS:
Festivus is tomorrow!!
Christmas lights ruck on 12/19 meet at Dunkin Donuts on Rea/Colony
COT: YHC with the takeout
P.S. someone tell Yeti that the upper parking lot will need to be resealed. I’m not sure what the chemical makeup of that was, but pretty sure it’s caustic, toxic, and came with it’s own CA Prop 65 warning.
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