You’ve heard of the brewery run, the beer run, and the beer mile. Extreme feats of athletic prowess coupled with olympic-level beverage consumption. But have you ever mixed rucking and beer? Well you should try something new.
Welcome to the next level of drinking and exercise. Welcome to the Brewruck.
Now, I don’t want to take up too much time from your, no doubt, terribly important professional life you certainly aren’t procrastinating from right now. So, if you’ve already read too much and want a nice pithy summary, skip to the bottom. Find the reference about Nickelback and read from there. But if you’re into ranting and raving with all the foulmouthed rage of a sailor discovering the true nature of the manatee in his hammock, then by all means stick around.
It’s an event worthy of Brett Kavanaugh himself. You like beer, he likes beer, we all like beer. We also (mostly) agree that the NCAA is a massive money-raising enterprise built on the backs of students, but that’s not important right now. We like beer.
Now onto the exercise part. Rucking. According to Webster rucking can be defined as an indistinguishable gathering. According to the company I never married but pay alimony too, it’s urban hiking. So rucking = an unruly mob acting out the best lives of REI catalog models without the woods and that crap.
So yeah, drinking and urban hiking. What could go wrong?
….
Obviously things will go awry when the drinking starts but let the rhetorical-ness of the question sink in and pretend the answer is the uncomfortable silence at the dinner table after your right-wing uncle says something mildly triggering to his liberal non-binary step-daughter then does the Ric Flair “Whooo!”
Here’s the plan: Be at Devil’s Logic brewing at 11:00 AM on Saturday May 27th. Grab a beer, ruck up, stop at Thompson Park and pay our respects at the veteran’s memorial there. Head to Resident Culture Brewing, smack in the middle of the land of day drinking 20-somethings. While trying to behave ourselves, we’ll make our way down South Blvd to Sugar Creek Brewing. Stops along the way will include but are not limited to: Wooden Robot, Suffolk Punch, and Gilde.
If you’re thinking all that time under a ruck and drinking beer could leave me feeling like slightly greasy sausage meat in a packing facility where the workers all smoke too much. Remember, you could be one of those 20-somethings drenched in Axe body spray, drinking White Claw and pontificating about self-governing. Like drinking White Claw before 2 PM makes you a sovereign citizen. You won’t be drinking White Claw, you’re better than that.
So approximately 5.5 miles of rucking, with questionable company, and a few drinks outdoors. Before you can say, “who’s still buying Nickelback albums?” It’ll all be over.
In summary:
Who? You
What? Brew Ruck 2023
When? May 27th, 10:30 AM
Where? Devil’s Logic Brewing –> Sugar Creek Brewing
Why? To kick off memorial day weekend. And a patch. There is a patch.
Questions:
Expect some follow-up chatter on Slack and start dropping HCs in the #BrewRuck channel.
Not sure if it was the pandemic, the introduction of the 4-day workweek, or ultimate Friday, but Friday bootcamps used to have a strong showing. The most likely culprit would be ultimate Friday and its innate superpwoer to kill pax confidence in a bootcamp beatdown. Of course that confidence, would have to be as weak as a flying plastic dog toy. It’s not like bootcamp beatdown confidence has to compete with a gigantic golden dancing rhinoceros that spits diamonds at ballistic velocity. Or that the ultimate crew’s moment to moment gameplay’s as tight as a gnat’s arse. (Yes, I just wrote an insult that included the word arse and did not refer to any part of the male or female anatomy. And that’s why I’m a professional, kids.) It’s just a plastic toy that has the joyful outlook in life of not decaying in a landfill and then ending up in the ocean. Still can’t figure out what all the excitement is about.
So, YHC has been dodging the Q at Kevlar for a few months. Maybe not dodging so much as conveniently YHC having “other things” come up, like tattoos or injuries that may or may not be related to late night running at the Arboretum followed by later night “recovery” in the parking lot with 18 – 30 of YHC’s closest 12 ounce friends. Life happens.
In this case life just so happen to have happened to Orange Whip and his scheduled Q for today. And when the Slack call went out for a replacement Q, YHC felt just bad enough about his prior behavior that the only good decision was to step up and volunteer. Here’s how things went down.
Warmup: run around the field. 5 burpees. SSH, 4 burpees, IW, 3 burpees, Low Slow Squats, 2 burpees, Merkins, Peter parkers, parker peters, 1 burpee.
Run across the street to the gazebo. dips, lil hazes, derkins (not FiA merkins), x 10, 15, 20 with a bear crawl to rotate around the gazebo between each set
7’s Gazebo to Cemetary, merkins and jump squats
Run back to the field. At one end, 15 merkins. Run to mid-field. 15 jump squats. Back to start, 15 merkins. Opposite end, 5 burpees. Back to baseline 15 merkins.
Center of the field, 4 corners
Center: 10 4 count Flutter-kicks
Corner 1: 10 Heels to Heaven
Corner 2: 10 Boone Crunch L
Corner 3: 10 LBCs
Corner 4: 10 Boone Crunch R
Time.
Molly-Skinny
“That was just the right amount of burpees” – Poptart
“That beatdown followed the time honored tradition of extracting sweat with all the fervor of a retro arcade extracting coins from the pockets of unsupervised schoolchildren” – Unknown
These were just some of the quotes that could be heard as the pax wrapped up a classic bootcamp beatdown. Showing once again, that Fridays are for more than fartsacking or running around wearing Mr. Brady’s kids soccer pennies. On the other side of 51 Lorax was all by himself with the echoes of a well planned … well, of something. Base on the Slack-blast it was someone pissing themselves and crying in an amusing manner. And yet, 3 miles away the men of Joust followed Geraldo as the circled the field of ultimate dudes hoping to “snag the bee*” and convert some of those far younger men to MFBCGA.
*Bong hits, anyone?
Let’s cut to the chase (or is it chaise?) here, Cinco de Mayo is about as much of a holiday as Administrative Professionals day. No offense to any administrative professionals reading this backblast. I’m sure you do an exemplary job of being some over-paid executive’s work spouse and/or legal guardian but to offer up a holiday to you and not to say first responders, teachers, and/or the dude stocking your groceries in aisle 11 is a bit of ball tap IMO. But I digress.
Cinco de Mayo is not a real holiday, settled. But we Americans are loathe to pass up an opportunity to appropriate someone’s culture, bastardize the hell out of it, and then somehow claim it’s about freedom and independence. Yeah, well you put a man on the moon six times and all those countries using the metric system can suck it. So what is the reason to celebrate Cinco de Mayo? One word, losers.
Settle in for a brief history lesson here kiddos. You see, back in 1858 two political parties in Mexico couldn’t get along. They were named, wait for it, the liberals and the conservatives. I shit you not. Since these groups couldn’t get along, they decided the only way to settle their differences was through kumite civil war. IMO, roshambo would have been a far more efficient way to get things done but what does a middle-aged white guy in America with the power of the internet know?
Getting back to it, wars are expensive and like any self-respecting country you take out loans you’ll never repay. The post-civil war Mexican president placed a moratorium on Mexican debt payments after the civil war which upset the loan sharks known as Great Britain, Spain, and France. All three converged on Mexico like a bunch of fat kids at an ice cream buffet. Great Britain and Spain were cool with just getting paid later and worked out an agreement to that effect. But France had a different idea.
Like the ole bait and switch tactic that Napoleon III used to go from being elected president to declaring himself emperor. France stated their intentions were X and then decided to do something else. Like invade a country with the intent to install a monarchy. What could go wrong?
As one might assume, this went over about as well as the Q calling burpees at Hydra.
Enter May 5th, 1862 or Cinco de Mayo if you haven’t been following along. France has gone from loan shark to invading army, with a fighting force now at the metaphorical gates of the city of Puebla. The French general approached the city and, dismissing the opinions of his men, attacked from a weaker position. By mid-afternoon that day, the French fighting force at Puebla had exhausted all of their reserves, in both men and material. The French general fled the battlefield by 4 PM that same day, having taken a beating so bad he would return to France in disgrace.
Therefore, Cinco de Mayo is not about Mexican independence, but instead about the French losing one battle to the Mexican army.
Losers.
But not the men of Hydra, no losers out there today. No sir-ee. Here’s what went down.
The Thang:
Warmup: IW, Merkins, Mt Climbers, Peter Parker, Parker peter, low slow squat
Run to the church, partner up. Grab one lifting rock for both of you
Partner 1: run the loop around the church
Partner 2: called exercise
Curls/Tricep Ext/Presses/Squats/Good morning
Go back to the school, line up abreast at the end of the parking lot just past the trees, on your bellies,
AYG to the other end
People’s chair, 25 air presses IC,
20 merkins
20 jump squats
Mosey back to the trees
We did this twice
Mosey back to launch for some Murray.
Mole-skine:
17 was the magic number and a good crew today. It should be noted YHC flummoxed a perfectly regurgitated rehearsed disclaimer, and we had an FNG (poor guy). Sprockets was also back in town #kotters(?). YHC must have done something right during COP, because 100% of the pax did the first exercise. Imperial walkers, but still it was 100%. #winning
The nonsense at the church was a true time killer, but YHC also was able to AMRAP each exercise with the distance of the loop. Either that or my partner was just slow. Brandy and Foghorn were on fire today, lapping just about everyone of the pax.
Our FNG was named Marty. After the actual Marty from Ozark because he’s a financial planner. And I’m sure he launders money for the Mexican government cartel to keep the loan sharks French away.
Announcements:
Thanks to Cottonmouth for the take-out
#SYITG
Post credit scene: Upon the return of the French general to France, he urged Napoleon III to withdraw from Mexico, cut losses and consider the dream of the second Mexican Empire dead. Eventually, Napoleon III listened. But only after 30,000 troops were dispatched, a puppet monarch installed, and the U.S. began providing political and military assistance to Mexico to expel the French (which meant we were about to go full Mike Tyson on a plane f*ck around and find out mode). The installed monarch was eventually defeated, captured, and executed. Losers.
It should be noted that this was the last time any army from another continent invaded the Americas. Because, you know freedom and independence. (and tacos)
Disclaimer: This is YHC’s second backblast in two days. I’m turning to the Waxhaw-side.
YHC was tapped to Q one of the three Wednesday workouts that all occur within 1 mile of each other. Because, I dunno, it’s F3. Why not have two gear workouts within walking, rucking, or running distance of each other. Meanwhile the bootcamp workout just stares at you from across the room thinking, “we were here first and everything was fine until you guys had to show up with all your gear. There are perfectly good rocks that you could lift and carry, but oh no, gotta spend inordinate amounts of money on iron things measured in kgs or overpriced backpacks with hip belts and matching duffle bags filled with sand. Call us old fashioned but we were just fine with our rocks and running 2 – 3 miles. No one still alive complained about bootcamps and no one was stealing the hotbox on rainy days. Now you guys have earned a view of our superb monkey humper form.”
But I digress, back to the assignment of the Q. YHC was voluntold to Q SACS because he called out a certain site-Q’s expert Q schedule planning strategy during COT at Centurion. Said strategy is a copy/paste of that sister gear workout Meathead, corner someone on Slack and tell them they’re the Q. Vague references to public shaming. That’s it.
So at 0511 YHC rolls into the parking lot. Cheese Curd was already there. Likely running away from his fatherly duties to the new puppy. His M and 2.0s shamed him into getting convinced him it was a good idea (spoiler alert, it’s going as well as one would expect a new puppy in a new home would go two weeks in). As YHC stepped out of the car, Wild Turkey, Flipper, and Geraldo all pulled in like they planned it. One after the other, like they needed YHC to take the brunt of the puppy whining before they showed up.
The crew gets out of their cars and starts slapping sandbags on the ground like the large phallic-looking items they are. All this talk about who’s carrying what, mine’s bigger than yours, look at this someone’s carrying a whale dick.
YHC corrals this rag-tag group of part-time ruckers and full-time slackers into something resembling a workout. Comments are made about who didn’t show up *cough* Focker *cough* and then we ruck-up and head out of the parking lot for a 1 mile warm-up of the route for the challenge. As we exit the parking lot, a CINTAS truck comes in on two wheels. We all have the same thought, that guy is lost.
Never mind, it’s Rousey. Wild Turkey, meanwhile, floats a story about Rousey tricking pax into unloading his truck during a workout all in the name of “fitness”. More like, someone found a group of suckers. That’s a #promove Rousey. Well done, sir.
Once Rousey’s ruck was packed with starched uniforms, resume the route. All the way down Strawberry Ln to Rosecliff, turn around and ruck back. It’s .5 mile one-way. So 1 mile round-trip there, math majors. Ruck weight was standard 30 pounds. After, the pax went through some dynamic warmup moves and stretching. We did a few laps upping the weight, each time, as we went. Had to get a strong warmup before kicking off the main challenge. Two notable events occurred during these laps:
Like the light at the end of the tunnel that is a train, it was time to begin the main event. Pax loaded up with their own choice of weight. See below:
* Cheese Curd and Wild Turkey, switched up at some point and again later in the mile. YHC supervised and assisted in the transition. To Wild Turkey’s credit, he was managing the ruck + sandbag, with a kettlebell in one hand. Throwing off one’s balance and the sandbag kept shifting off his shoulders. To Cheese Curd’s credit, he switched with Wild Turkey, and carried the kettlebell against his chest to minimize the weight shift. It was a struggle, but these guys pushed through and completed another Pathfinder class this week with a smoking APFT score. Smart, strong, and efficient. T-claps, men.
At the end, no one was happy with the challenge. There were groans, curses, strange noises not heard in the daylight, and the group felt the pain all day. But all we’re stronger for it. We completed the challenge. Welcome to SACS, “concept … walk with heavy stuff is a weekly occurrence. Some days we walk longer than others … ”
Oh yeah, and Flipper sucks at fantasy football. We all learned that today.
Holiday gatherings, the time honored tradition of cramming ourselves into an enclosed space during the annual global pandemic that is flu season. Like watching aircraft try to land at Cheese Curd’s house due to the excessive volume of overly festive lights that confuse red-eye pilots coming from Vegas, it’s a train-wreck waiting to happen. But who doesn’t love the Festivus-inspired airing of our grievances while imbibing on expired eggnog or a keg of classy beer like Schlitz Malt Liquor. And why should the SLT of Area 51 deny pax an opportunity to gather and celebrate the holidays in style? So as the dually appointed 2nd F Q of Area 51, I present to you the Area 51 2021 Holiday Kegger, or Holiday Gathering for the grown-ups that have to sell this to their Ms.
It’s an opportunity to catch up with people you’ve only seen in the dark at 0530, so you won’t recognize them in the harsh halogen infused light of a rented space with dropped ceilings. And since Thanksgiving is close enough in our rearview that the “Objects in mirror are closer than they appear” disclaimer isn’t warranted, our super-spreader turkey gatherings have enough time to process the Omicron variant and gear up for another classy super-spreader event. Because how could your holidays get any worse? Take a look around you, Ellen! We’re at the threshold of hell! So let’s get some alcohol and put it to work killing the germs it was designed to kill.
Here are the details that you need to know:
The Area 51 SLT will graciously be providing the following.
And remember, your donations are going towards a good cause shoring up the Area 51 paypal account. Not just a lift kit for Purple Haze’s truck. Because nothing says over compensating like needing a step-stool to get into your mid-size truck.
T-Claps to High Tide for pulling some strings and getting us these sweet digs. More details to follow.
Looking forward to it, men.
What did you do when your parents went out of town for the weekend and abandoned you at home with a bag of Doritos, some frozen pizza, and vague threats not to let them find out you did something stupid? You throw a raging party like the abandoned children that you are. Find 21 of your closest friends, get a keg, put on some loud music, and hope the cops don’t show up.
This is an accurate representation of what happened in the parking lot of Calvary church for the Meat-SACS-vil convergence. 20 men showed up to a plethora of bells, bags, a keg, and assorted gear. They endured lots of bad ideas from the three-headed Q of Unplugged, Wild Turkey, and YHC. Floorslapper finally showed up in the middle of COP to make it a legal drinking age, 21.
The plan was simple, and hatched by Unplugged while he was “teaching” (i.e. playing a VHS tape to his high school class, and making sure they weren’t lighting fires with the Bunsen Burners in the back of the classroom). Since our rival site Q’s (Voodoo and Cheese Curd) were DR it was time to question how said rivalry was hatched up. Likely this was to keep advertising single digit attendance workouts that consist of Dora’s Pathfinder WODs or a spreadsheet that changes names just not content every 6 – 10 weeks. Both of these serve as the perfect excuse to not come up with an original weinke which is a win-win for anyone unlucky enough to be cornered in a dark parking lot and asked to Q next week before the sun rises and you’re still seeing stars.
As readers of YHC’s non-existent online journal, which YHC refuses to call a “blog” because it sounds like something that lives on a riverbed and communicates through farts, will attest; these Wednesday workouts have created an effective contrast. Like riding a bike down a long and peaceful country road and every other hundred yards the bike turns into a bear. One Wednesday you’re standing still holding heavy objects listening to the flatulent sounds of an old man bark about how bad the music selection is and asking yourself “Why am I here?” and the next Wednesday you are walking around a dark track with a heavy object on your back listening to stories of “this one time at GoRuck” and asking yourself “Why am I here?”
Of course, if you’re a regular pax at Anvil this is one of those situations where you’ve decided the convergence would be a healthy alternative from the series of frying pans and fires that are your typical boot camp.
But back to the lecture at hand, this workout flowed better than the clunkily strung together Thanksgiving Turkey hand collage found on the wall of a kindergarten classroom. It started with a little COP from Unplugged who taught everyone how to lift a kettlebell by clapping their hands. No seriously, you should try it one day. Just put your hands on your hips and clap in cadence. Now you’re a professional strongman, go pick up a Volkswagen Beetle. All of our collective lower backs are are still trying to figure out when after clapping you actually lift something heavy. It was during the clapping lifting lesson that Floorslapper decided to grace us with his presence.
Wild Turkey was up next, using EMOM to crush pax under the heel of 20 reps per minute of the foundational kettlebell exercises. No snatches to Mighty Mite’s vocal disappointment, but he may be used to that by now (the no snatch part and the disappointment that accompanies it. #Boom #MicDrop) The fun part here was that our plethora of bells acted as “stations” where we shifted every minute to a new weight. And by “fun”, YHC means you were either lucky enough to get 20 reps of goblet squats with a trailer hitch of a kettlebell or unlucky enough to have single leg lunges with the 70 pound “Large Marge” bell courtesy of Unplugged. The groans of the un-initiated gear pax were only barely audible over the rocking sounds of YHC’s bluetooth speaker, until they weren’t because the “battery died”. Lucky for the pax, YHC is always prepared and had a backup. Frehley’s Comet was so relieved.
After the Wild Turkey special, pax were instructed to move the kettlebells to a parking space, lest unsuspecting visitors to the church decide that these were newly installed speed bumps that must be thoroughly tested. YHC was now in charge. Pick up all the rucks, sandbags, the keg, Twig, BOS, and both sets of twins. All pax had to carry something and move to a designated point. At said point, rotate coupons to a random fellow pax and do a called exercise. Then keep moving. Pax all moved in the direction of the Hot Box with one more swap before arriving. At our arrival, pax unceremoniously dumped their coupons on the ground and took a seat against the wall. YHC, having planned nothing, decided that the coupons needed to move from their current location to the other side of the Hot Box. But please, gentlemen, stay in your seats, we can and will do this while seated. And remain seated we did. 19 of the 21 coupons made it from one side of the Hot Box to the other. Then YHC realized the error of his ways and had all of the coupons trucked right back to where they started. The pax were pleased, especially Turkey Leg who is still recovering from his Philly Marathon. Nothing says easy marathon recovery like burning quads. Once coupons were back in their original position pax recovered grabbed their gear and headed back to the cars.
Unplugged took the reins for his second run at Q, because clapping wasn’t enough to get the pax blood flowing. But sprints on the other hand … let’s just say there’s a reason Meathead is a 0.0 workout. Running sucks. High Tide tried sprints once and pax are still looting and rioting in the streets because of that bad decision. But of course if you’re an Anvil or SACS regular you know covering distance is expected. So sprints were on the menu, preceded by some called exercises. After which it was time for some Murray (for overweight middle aged men) as opposed to Mary for single guys still sporting at least a 2 pack in the abs department. And that was the best hour of your week right there.
It was, by all accounts, the best convergence in Area 51 all week. It will be followed by two other convergences on Thursday and Friday. Neither of which will have as many Q’s or as much useless stuff packed into the trunks of their cars.
Thank you to all the pax for showing up today. YHC wasn’t expecting so many pax but was honored to be part of the leadership of this train-wreck well thought out and expertly planned convergence. Here’s to hoping all pax have a Happy Thanksgiving.
On a very personal note, YHC is thankful for this group and for all the Hallmark Holiday card reasons that accompany it. But above all others, no matter how rough life outside of F3 is going, this group of men is a constant beacon. YHC can show up anywhere in the gloom and find others who have shed the trappings of our daily lives to put in work and enjoy 45 – 60 minutes away form it all. Thank you, men.
In the background of all this madness, were the kick-a$$ sounds of a stellar playlist curated by YHC:
Kiss: Detroit Rock City
Motorhead: Motorhead
American Sharks: Overdrive
Motley Crue: Kickstart My Heart
Living Colour: Cult of Personality
Airbourne: Back in the Game
Red Hot Chili Peppers: Higher Ground
AC/DC: Let There Be Rock
Clutch: Fortunate Son (Creedence cover)
Pink Floyd: Run Like Hell
MC5: Kick Out the Jams
The Clash: White Riot
Neil Young: Rockin’ In the Free World
Coheed and Cambria: No World for Tomorrow
Ozzy Osbourne: No More Tears
#SYITG
6 men showed up for the battle of the bands, 70’s v 80’s edition of Meathead. It would have been 7, but someone slept in. We won’t name names, we don’t do that here, but YHC can confidently say that said person can expect a Foo Fighters playlist of KISS songs coming soon to a workout near him.
But YHC digresses, the men in attendance took on week 3 of the Wolf. For those just tuning in from home, The Wolf is the third gospel of the Meathead bible. How it was developed can only be summarized in these immortal words from Martin Luther, “I think you received these ideas in your pipe dreams.” (From Defense and Explanation of All the Articles, pg. 56 of Luther’s Works, Vol. 32)
Battle of the Bands was an idea submitted by a pax on Slack the day prior to the workout. YHC had planned an aggressive punk covers playlist for some fun with the pax but quickly switched gears once the request line was opened. Battle of the Bands was suggested and one of those pipe dream ideas from Martin Luther popped into YHC’s head. It might be more of a Battle of the Decades but the approach to the playlist was to take rock artists from both decades and play a track from the 70’s and a track from the 80’s back to back. It worked for the pax present, unfortunately, at least one pax missed out altogether. But the pax in attendance paid tribute and rocked on, Detroit City style.
Thang:
Warmup: 25 swings, IW, 25 swings, Sharon Towers, 25 swings, Prying squat, 25 swings
The Wolf: DFFS, DMP, DCL, DFFS 3 sets of 5. 1 minute on, 90 seconds off
Double Deadlifts: 3 sets of 5
Merkins / Lawnmowers: 3 sets of 10
Voodoo complex increasing reps: 2, 3, 4 per side
Carries:
Double carries, alternating positions – rest in between
Waiter / rack
Farmer / rack
Waiter / Farmer
Static holds 30 seconds each
Moleskine:
The Wolf is a no joke program. The double squats bracketing the exercises really forces pax to push themselves, YHC worked with double 40’s (not the drinkable kind) for two sets and double 53’s for the last set. That will take the wind out of your sails. Thankfully, the pax will only be subjected to this madness for a few more weeks before moving onto the next book spreadsheet in the Meathead gospel.
Good group of pax as well. The usual regulars were out these with a drive-by from the Anvil crew. No monkey-humpers this week. Pretty sure the playlist Mr Magoo’s beatdown by the baseball fields kept them busy and too tired to show their (no eye contact) monkey humper form.
Was really looking forward to getting some solid feedback on the playlist this week. As mentioned in previous backblasts, YHC delights in setting off the grumpy old snowflakes with select choices of loud and aggressive (some might say angry) music. This week YHC leaned into the idea of 70’s v 80’s playlist in the hopes of some epic musical mumblechatter. Of course the risk with this is always finding out who had what done to them in various concert parking lots across the United States. Some stories are better left at home will live on infamy (or disgust). Frehley’s Comet may not ever live this one down.
Finally, thanks to Voodoo and Unplugged for the opportunity to lead. Always enjoy subjecting the pax to my bad ideas, and they all seem to think they get better for it.
Announcements:
Thanks to Unplugged for the take-out.
#SYITG
And of course, can’t forget the playlist:
12 did what the rain hasn’t done at 0530 all week, they showed up and put the work in. YHC was making up for his lackluster Q performance complete fartsack from two weeks ago, by taking the Q this week at Centurion. #cotters
The focus for the workout was to honor the 19 soldiers lost during the Battle of Mogadishu in 1993, 28 years ago. Inspiration was provided by GORUCK’s MOG Mile events and the MOG mile WOD which called for sandbags in the workout. But this ain’t SACS and YHC wasn’t bringing the coupons so we modified to partner work. Here was the inspiration for the weinke design.
Quoting US Army Ranger Keni Thomas, “We all came to peace with it – if I die here, I die here. But I’m not going to let it happen to the guys around me. That’s what it became about. We weren’t fighting for the flag, or the nation or freedom. I wasn’t even thinking about my family. All I thought about was that I wasn’t going to let anything happen to the guy on my left and the guy on my right.”
Reflecting on that, and focusing on the numbers 19 and 28, YHC was prepared to deliver the beatdown.
The Mole-Thang-Skine:
Pull into the parking lot at 0527. See the relieved look on Snowflake’s face that YHC actually showed up this week. Spend a few minutes handing out fist bumps and chatting with the pax. Cheese Curd and Sable apparently had a hot date mile prior to the workout. Pre-arranged on Slack for all to wonder over. At 0530 a thorough disclaimer was handed out to the pax and we were off for a jaunt round the parking lot. We found a tractor trailer parked opposite from McDonalds with the back open and crates of pumpkins nearby. Someone found a long/oddly shaped gourd to which Puddin Pop commented something about pills that can help with men that problem. What strikes YHC is that we could have each grabbed a pumpkin and no one would have known. Even more surprising there were still intact pumpkins on the premises. If high-school Hoover had pulled into that lot, there would have been the smashing (of) pumpkins.
Warmup by the pumpkins, SSH, IW, plank on that wonderfully smooth parking lot for shoulder taps, peter parkers, and parker peters. At this point pax were commenting about how smooth the parking lot and the impacts to various pax’s hand model careers. As soon as we were ready to spend the full 45 minutes on this comfortable asphalt, YHC decided to move on down the line … or across the street to the old parking deck at Charlotte Christian. Gather around the parking deck entrance and partner up. YHC explained weinke’s the connection to the Battle of Mogadishu. To start pax would complete BLIMPS (Burpees, Lunges 2=1, Imperial Walkers 2=1, Merkins, Plank Jacks, and Squats). The rule was to stick together for the BLIMPS start at the bottom of the parking deck do 1 round of BLIMPS. Then run to the next landing for 2 BLIMPS. Continue up to the top and back to the bottom for 7 total rounds with ascending reps each time. By the time pax hit 7 rounds, that made 28 reps of each exercise. Back at the parking deck entrance. Stay with your partners for 19 hand-slap merkins, 19 WWII situps with partners holding each others feet, and partner wheelbarrows 19 paces out and 19 paces back.
From there pax ran across the parking lot to the back set of stairs. 19 jump squats then up on flight of stairs. 19 heels to heaven and up to the next flight of stairs. 19 more jump squats and up to the top for 19 Boone crunches on the left and 19 Boone crunches on the right.. From there, run down the parking deck, out the door and over to the Wells Fargo parking lot. Plank up for the 6, cross the street and get back to the start for some Mary. As we were mid-Rosalita Crocodile Dundee rode by on Pee -Wee Herman’s bright red bike mumbling something about a group of men doing Lamaze exercises. We politely but firmly corrected him. We were doing Kegel exercises.
That wrapped up YHC’s first Q for Centurion. Come back in 2 weeks for part 2 of the Hoover Centurion Q extravaganza.
Thanks to Puddin Pop for the take out.
Announcements:
Blood Drive – 10/29. Mighty Mite has the details and like an elephant will remember if you don’t donate blood.
Beer Mile – 10/15. See the #beermile channel on Slack for more information.
Centurion needs Qs. You can signup here or catch Snowflake at a workout.
Thanks for the opportunity to lead.