9 men got their money’s worth on this week’s episode of Meathead. YHC was tapped on Monday in the parking lot after Swole thanks to the expert planning of the site Q’s. Good strategy on their part to EH pax for a Q spot immediately post workout and as they are getting into the car. This expert strategy almost always guarantees success for two reasons: 1) the targeted pax is likely to agree to anything because they left their common sense somewhere on the asphalt and 2) EHing pax for a Q spot as you have one leg and arm in your car saves you from hearing if said pax has any objections or second thoughts about taking the Q. These are veteran moves expertly utilized by Voodoo on most Saturday and/or Monday mornings. Or at least this has been YHC’s experience with Qing. Back to the matter at hand.
The day before YHC posted to Slack about the upcoming Meathead Q, and as most pax know by now the workout is driven by the holy scripture spreadsheet expertly engineered to keep pax on a kettlebell routine and keep things from going off the rails, which leaves the choice of music as the key to defining any good Swo-lympus-head workout. This, of course, means that the trash talking mumble-chatter can get started early and get lively before the main event. And based on the “Kettlebell Surprise” playlist from Frehleys Comet’s Swole Q on Monday, we had plenty of material. For those of you trying to keep up with the weekly music drama, let’s recap quickly.
Using the Reader’s Digest version of “a dummy’s guide to selecting music for your workout” authored by Frehleys Comet:
Now that we’re all caught up, YHC announced on Slack the intention to Q Meathead. Workout theme would be 5 sets with a heavy Monty Python reference thrown in for good measure. (1, 2, 5) As a good Q should, YHC opened the line for music requests. And boy did they come in. RATM, millie vanillie (who the hell is that?), Monster Mash, and Gaslight Anthem were the responses. YHC suggested some Smashing Pumpkins, mostly feeling nostalgic as a gen X’er. Ickey Shuffle pointed out the contradictory efforts of Tom Morello to both fight the capitalist imperial system while selling guitar lessons on the side. 10 minutes for YHC to slap the weinke together and about 45 minutes to curate a playlist. Onto the main event.
0528 – pull into the parking lot
0529 – realize Mighty Mite isn’t there to hear his requested music choice
0530 – give a disclaimer explanation about what to expect and kick it off
The Thang:
25 swings, IW, 25 swings, windmill, 25 swings, prying squat, 25 swings
5 Supersets of 5 reps: Double cleans, Double freaking front squats (FFS), Double swings and give ample rest time between each set (time for lots of bitching feedback about the music choices)
Merkins/Lawnmowers 5sets of 5 reps
Standard merkins, Wide-arm merkins, Diamond merkins, off-set L side merkins and off-set R side merkins with 5 lawnmowers per side after each set of merkins
High Pulls/OH Press 5 x 5
Waiter carries, Rack Carries: 2 light posts, switch sides and come back
Murray: Heels to Heaven, Plank, Flutter Press, Hollow Body hold
Blame it on the rain-skine:
The first part of the workout was tough. Those supersets took the wind out of a few sails. But that was by design, FFS are not easy or fun exercises and sandwiched between double cleans and double swings left many a pax glad to put down the bells after. The rest of the workout was lower intensity, but kept the pax moving.
Then there was the bitching feedback about the music selection. 30 seconds into a live version of Pearl Jam’s Porch was where it all started. Honestly, I was surprised it took that long, must have been the vigorous supersets holding everyone back. But not surprisingly, Frehleys just doesn’t relent. This is why I secretly look forward to Qing a workout with him in attendance. Nothing like a triggered old man to get your day started right. To which I share this nugget of wisdom from the morning conversation mid-rack carry. A DJ once shared with me that most people peak defining their musical tastes between approximately 18 and 27. That would have put YHC at the bottom of that bell curve at approx. 2006. But did YHC rest on the laurels of a life well listened to? No. Absolutely not, in fact one could argue that at 27, YHC was just getting warmed up. Think about all the angst still to come in 15 years plus the constant retro unearthing of eclectic one-hit wonders made popular by current day movies and TV series. The resurging popularity of vinyl collections and cassette tapes is like the second coming of Christ to some music lovers out there. There’s plenty of great music still to be discovered and YHC can’t wait to force old man Frehleys and the unwilling pax of Meathead to listen to those choice nuggets.
The title for the backblast was a quote from Ickey shuffle, muttered as we walked with our bells in the various carry positions. YHC was either the only one to hear it or the only one to appreciate it. That rapier-like wit is always welcome and seldom to be trifled with. I imagine it makes for some interesting conversations at home. But it did take us down the path of how most (not all) music/cinema/art is generated by liberal or left-leaning individuals. Which really says something about why there is a perceived (and yes, inherent) liberal bias in the media. Apparently the right has country, western, Kid Rock, Clint Eastwood, Mel Gibson, and Fox News. That’s it.
One final note before signing off, great to see MAD back in the gloom. A retired rucker, pretty sure he still wants to throw on a ruck but his doctor (and his M) would have some strong disagreements. Take a lesson from this man, do what you can where you can. Do let something hold you back, even if that something is common sense and your annual deductible.
I leave you all with this quote from a band called The Hold Steady, “Everyone’s a critic and most people are DJs” That about sums up the morning shenanigans in a church parking lot before sunrise.
Announcements:
Thanks to Unplugged for taking us out.
The Playlist causing so much angst:
Monster Mash – The Misfits
Geek U.S.A. – Smashing Pumpkins
Porch (Live) – Pearl Jam
Paperback Bible – Screaming Trees
Down – Stone Temple Pilots
Tire Me – RATM
A War Inside – Bigwig
Whatcha Got? – Red City Radio
Arms Aloft (Live) – Pearl Jam
Drive – Gaslight Anthem
I Don’t Wanna be an Asshole Anymore – The Menzingers
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life – Monty Python
Love a Liar – Red City Radio
12 men showed up to the Calvary parking lot for a cool Saturday morning. The workout was advertised as a salute to the 246th anniversary, to the day, of General George Washington’s acceptance of the command of the Continental Army. This little factoid was shared with the assembled Rock Zero pax at 0700. The Olympians, much like the Greeks in the 18th century, were too far away to hear and too pre-occupied with their own business to be bothered.
Not many people know General Washington’s war record, and so it was shared that morning with the assembled pax and the assurance that this workout would honor 6 wins, 4 ties, and 7 losses. As one might surmise by this record, if General Washington was a coach in today’s modern sports world, he might have been out of a job. And in an effort to keep our Alabama-Snowflake pax satisfied, if Nick Saban were a redcoat Washington would have been toast. Thankfully, Washington was more like Mike Ditka he had his wins, he had his losses, and retired a hall of famer.
But enough about Ditka, let’s get back to the workout.
Da Thang
Mosey around the parking lot towards the Hot Box. Circle up for the typical warmup exercises. After that we hit the Hot Box to celebrate General Washington’s wins. All 6 of them. For this, pax completed 6 4 rounds of called exercises and ran down the hill of trash cans to the bottom and back. There was much debate on going to the end of the sidewalk or taking the three extra steps to get to the garbage can ON the grass. After the 4th round, the OTHER workout showed up and started making fun of us. The other workout being two middle aged women with 15 pound dumbells. Apparently, Runstopper’s half zip sleeveless vest did not impress these ladies and they commented profusely on the pax need to stop and breathe actual oxygen after 4 rounds. Pax wisely moved to the front of the Hot Box for some wall sits with air presses and story time balls to the wall. Today’s story, how Runstopper got his F3 name. After both rounds, pax ran to the light pole in the parking lot and back.
Move onto the Avenue of the Trees. One day this will get a proper LOTR/Ent reference but until then … At the avenue of the trees we contemplated the 4 ties during General Wahsington’s career. Such contemplation could only be completed with 4 rounds of 5 reps of a called exercise at each tree. After the 2nd round we stopped for some Murray (because Mary is for young guys and Murray is a proper representation of fat middle-aged men trying to get a 6 pack in the summer). After this, the pax wrapped up the final 2 rounds. Head over to the Rock Pile to contemplate Washington’s losses.
YHC’s instructions were to grab a lifting rock and the pax were informed that losing sucks. So grab a lifting rock and head to the adjacent lot for descending 7’s. Start at the first island and do 1 overhead press then mosey all the way to the last island with your lifting rock and do 6 rock squats. Come back to the fist island and complete 2 OH presses then mosey to the second to last island for 5 rock squats, rinse and repeat. Each time pax got closer and closer until we wrapped up with all pax cursing YHC’s good ideas. It should be noted that Runstopper had a strong lead on the pax all morning until now. We needed Proehl out there to keep him in check. There were many comments about choosing a lifting rock for running but this is where YHC reminds the pax that losing sucks. It sucked for General Washington and it sucks for the assembled pax.
With just under 10 minutes to go, pax replaced their rocks gently, back where they found them by throwing them as far as they could without approaching the Rock Pile. Mosey across the parking lot to the cemetery and the circle up at the flag pole for the Pledge of Allegiance. For whatever reason, Calvary church has left the cemetery gates open alot. Time for someone to take advantage of that extra strip of asphalt. It’s not like the current residents are getting a lot of use out of it. Head back to launch and round up the Olympus pax to join us for COT.
Da Moleskine
Solid group for a cool Saturday morning. Wasn’t sure what to expect in terms of numbers with the 4th of July weekend upon us but the pax in town did not disappoint.
The pax were treated to a history lesson between each set of rounds. Here’s the breakdown for you on the wins, ties and losses of General Wahsington.
6 victories
Siege of Yorktown
Battle of Princeton
Battle of Trenton
Battle of Second Trenton
Battle of Harlem Heights
Siege of Boston
4 draws
Battle of Monmouth
Battle of the Clouds
Battle of Whitemarsh
Forage War
7 losses
Battle of Long Island
Battle of Kip’s Bay
Battle of White Plains
Battle of Fort Washington
Evacuation of Fort Lee
Battle of Brandywine
Battle of Germantown
Da Announcements
Crane Relay, plenty of spots still open to run
GrowRuck 24
Thanks to High Tide for the takeout
The following is equal parts Thang/Moleskin-age and the ramblings of a guy about to go on vacation who has mentally checked out … you have been warned.
3 dudes, who may or may not all be GRTs, made it to SACS today. Not surprising the low number considering Cheese Curd and Wild Turkey were both DR (separately of course). But not one to be deterred by something as trivial as people having better places to be at 0515 on a Wednesday, YHC was ready to lead these men into the unknown. Or at least whatever madness was conjured up in a fever dream during a nap on a Zoom call the day before. Inspired by the Saturday night ruck, Star Dog, a weinke was assembled and promptly ignored. A workout was completed and pax put the work in. What you really want to know is, what happened with “This one time at SACS”
Here goes …
At 0509 YHC made the left onto Strawberry Ln behind Snowflake. He decided to show up on time this week. Generous of the guy, considering he advertised the start time on Slack. But also much appreciated. As we rolled into the SCMS parking lot with Geraldo hot on our heels, YHC noticed a large Chevy Suburban already in the parking lot. First assumption was Logjam had joined us but it wasn’t a black Suburban. Thinking nothing of it, pax got out, rucked up, grabbed sandbags, and at this point YHC decided to toss the opener of the weinke in favor of some adventuring. Down to the ball fields. At one point Geraldo mentioned something about a woman running the track last week. That detail was filed away as noted yet not impacting the plan. The same plan that was just trashed in favor of a new plan that included heavy doses of winging it.
Head to the ballfields. First up a little modified APFT. 3 men = 3 stations. First are the sit-ups, fingers interlocked behind the head. Full sit-up, 52 in 2 minutes. One guy holds your feet down. The other does merkins 42 in 2 minutes. Rotate through exercises and everyone gets a 2 minute break at some point. That was a solid warmup.
Next lineup on the 3rd baseline with the sandbags and rucks off. sandbag toss across the infield to the first baseline, 5 burpees, and go back to get your ruck. Rinse and repeat back across the infield.
Head up the sidewalk and over to the track with sandbags and rucks. At this point YHC saw the someone running the track. Minor detail remembered and yet still filed away. Hit the track to complete one 400. Said runner passes us. It is quickly determined that this runner is female and what one might consider attractive wearing short shorts and a sports bra. She also boasted a 6 pack that would make my Miller Lite cry tears of jealousy.
After our 400 we dropped the coupons and lined up for 50 meter ruck on bear crawls with 50 meter ruck rifle carry back. Do this twice. Runner continues to run.
After this (and totally because YHC was shooting from the hip) time for another lap. About halfway around the track Geraldo starts telling a story about “This one time at GoRuck” that involved Human Centipede merkins. Basically merkins where GRTs are lined up, in plank position, with their feet on the shoulders of the person behind them (obviously pre-covid). Geraldo happened to be behind a smaller female during this story as luck would have it. Now let it be said that Gerlado embodies many admirable traits, one being his gentlemanly charm in public settings and YHC assumes this extends to GoRuck events. But in this particular story Geraldo was in the awkward position of having his head … well you can imagine where in reference to the female, whose legs were on his shoulders. There were no “Oh” faces involved. It’s at this point in telling the story where the runner catches up to this group of middle-aged men carrying heavy stuff. She slows down to ask what we’re doing and we all have this shocked silence of “there’s an attractive woman talking to a bunch of married middle-aged men, and she wants to know what we’re doing”. You know the kind of stuff the writers on the Big Bang Theory would have whipped into a funny 2 minute sketch to accompany transition through a 22.5 minute plot. Anyway, Snowflake, quick on his feet as always, tells her that we’re training for a GoRuck endurance event. 12 – 13 hours, many miles, heavy things, manly stuff etc. etc. She grins and enthusiastically says something to the effect of “That’s so cool, good luck.” and proceeds to keep running.
She wasn’t 20 feet away when Geraldo picked right back up on his story, like he hadn’t even stopped to take a breath. “So there I was with my head up this girl’s crotch.”
To her credit the woman kept running and even waved to us in the parking lot after. Maybe she was intrigued by the awkward yet challenging positions situations that a GoRuck event puts you in, or maybe she was trying to keep the fear from her eyes as she frantically googled any other middle school in the area without a secluded track that’s empty at 0500. We may never know.
The rest of the workout was uneventful, yet challenging. It included 30+ sandbag cleans/thrusters across the parking lot with ruck on. Snowflake mentioned something about trying not to pass out during those. A ruck around the grounds and some ruck on dips & little hazes. All told under 2 miles with a solid bit of work.
Afterward, Geraldo led the group in a lesson on how to attach a hip belt to your ruck. Spoiler alert: it’s way more complicated than one would think but surprisingly easy enough to accomplish. Go figure, that’s sounds like something an individual trained by the US government, at the expense of a few million tax payer dollars, would develop.
Thanks to Snowflake and Geraldo for putting in the effort today and to Cheese Curd and Geraldo for the opportunity to lead.
Announcements:
GrowRuck – August 6th
HDHH Tour continues, somewhere new in July. Probably on the 14th. There will be a poll and updates on Slack.
13 men mostly behaved themselves on a cool Thursday morning at Nightmare on Elm. Site Q Circuit City was absent due to a lingering injury but with his partner in crime, Mic Check, and the Man-Tan, War Eagle, SOB leadership was present. With a quorum established, a disclaimer was (not really) delivered, and at ~0530 pax set off for a run over to the NE corner of the theater.
Two things YHC didn’t expect in a post-lockdown/pandemic movie theater parking lot was
Pax hands were saved from a terrible cheese-grater experience with new asphalt in front of Stonecrest Regal, so this seemed like the perfect place to do some burpees and we did. Frehley’s Comet was quick to point out his 10 burpee limit. But not if it was 10 total or 10 at once. YHC erred on the side of caution and only called for 5 burpees, twice.
Thang:
Mosey to NE corner of Theater
5 burpees, IW, Low Slow Squats
Mosey around the horn of the parking lot
5 burpees, merkins/Peter Parker/Parker Peter
Mosey back in towards the theater SE entrance
Parking Lot stupi-cides
Start at first island run to the end, 10 jump squats
Back to start and go to next island in, 10 jump squats
Back to start and go to next island in, 10 jump squats
Rinse and Repeat but flapjack (closest island) and do merkins
Head back to YHC’s car, grab coupons the ladies, and partner up. Rule #1, the ladies don’t touch the ground
P1 runs to the stop sign, P2 does exercise, reps are cumulative by partners and when exercises are done one partner holds the coupon in the OH rifle carry position while the other partner planks up
100 OH Presses
100 Upright Rows
100 Good Morning
100 Squats
100 Curls
100 Tricep Ext
Fat-Man Murray (Mary) with the coupons got us to time
Moldy-oldy-skine:
Good crew today. Some new faces for YHC, which was nice and some pax who have ventured north to the land of the alien, Area 51. Pax covered around 2 miles. Another fun edition was bringing out the “ladies”. Long have they languished in YHC’s garage because covid-forbid they be allowed out for the men of F3 to pass around like a bottle of Thunderbird. Since many of you have yet to meet these darlings of YHCs coupon repertoire, here’s a little backstory to get you familiar with each of them.
25 pound plate, AKA Brandi: She’s a fine girl, what a good wife she would be should have been. But her twin sister, Mandi, objected to the proposed nuptials on the grounds that the husband to-be was their half-brother and part-time cousin. these days she shares a room with Mandi and her collection of Bob Ross knock-off paintings and mumbles constantly about happy little trees.
25 pound plate, AKA Mandi: Brandi’s b**chy twin sister, a former Madame of a brothel in Hyderabad India. She, unknowingly, is the love-child of a Bugs Bunny pez dispenser and a whirling dervish. A bitter woman her goal in life is to crush men’s souls like an egg dropped on a sidewalk.
35 pound plate, AKA Cindi: After growing up on the mean streets of Bethesda, Mary-land, she took a job as an airline stewardess for SpiceJet to “get away from it all”. She once beat up a a dude with the muffler off his own car. He came at her with a knife. The lesson there, don’t bring a knife to a muffler fight.
35 pound plate, AKA Mindi: She’s the smart one. She was arrested once for trying to pass off some counterfeit Longhorn gift certificates for a 70% ownership stake in a hybrid waterpark and alligator petting zoo. Every morning she wakes up and recites the same line over and over to herself in the mirror, “It’s you, Paris Hilton, and Katy Perry vs. the world”. No relation to Cindi.
A (mostly) empty Miller Lite keg, AKA “The Fat One”: A connoisseur of the finest lite beer this side of the Atlantic Ocean, don’t let her high quality choice of top shelf gas station beer fool you. She may look high-class but she can get down and dirty with the best of them.
A ruck plate, AKA “The Skinny One”: 20 pounds of nicotine and hatred. It doesn’t care about your feelings, it just takes what it wants. It was raised by a pack of wild African Honey Badgers and is currently in talks with the Florida Game and wildlife Department to single-handedly rid the everglades of it’s invasive python problem.
A 50 pound sand-bag filler in a 120 lb sandbag, AKA The Bearded Lady-Boy: Hailing from a Bangkok rest stop. Her claim to fame is having a bad-ass mustache. It’s one hell of a self-esteem builder.
Sound off below in the comments with your fondest memory of the ladies.
Thanks to Circuity City and Mic Check for the opportunity to lead. It was a great morning and a great crew.
Announcements:
#SYITG
7 men gathered on a rainy start to the week at the covered section of McAlpine Elementary Invue Parking Lot to get Swole on a Monday.
Pax diligently showed up at 0530 to McAlipne Elementary but no one wanted to swing hard iron in the rain so Voodoo made the call to relocate to InVue (they have his phone number anyway when they call to complain about a bunch of middle-ish aged men standing around the parking lot before working hours). Pax found shelter by the Comet Pizza Riccio’s Italian Restaurant and proceeded to follow YHC’s instructions. That might have been their first mistake.
Site Q, Mighty Mite, was not present sporting some kind of shoulder injury. Hopefully it’s nothing serious. Which, as anyone who’s had a shoulder injury can attest, is more restrictive than hobbling around in a plastic boot. Speaking of, being in a boot limits the exercises one can do (no squats, no lunges, bad merkin form, getting off the floor from doing anything Mary related requires a team of clydesdales) so YHC made the best of it and channeled some upcoming Functional Strength Challenge material into the weinke.
Here’s what went down:
25 two handed-swings
IW
Sharon Towers
25 two handed-swings
10 sets of 4 DBL Clean and Press
Single Side Jack Webb Snatch and Swing Pyramid: Stay on L side increasing reps, Switch to R side decreasing reps
1,04 then 2,08 then 3,12 then 4,16 then 5,20 start at the top and go back to 1,04
Pyramid:
2/4/6/8/10 Double Deadlift, Double High Pulls
8/6/4/2 Single Side Lawnmower, Single Side Snatch
Carries:
30 seconds OH hold
30 seconds racked hold
30 second suitcase hold
30 seconds rest
Rinse and repeat on the other side
Moldskine:
Technology fail. YHC had spent some time the night before setting up the timer on the phone. The timer was all FUBAR in the AM. As for the playlist, YHC delivered a strong disclaimer that included something to the effect of anyone talking smack on Jimi Hendrix was going to get a kettlebell to the face. That seemed to quiet everyone down. No fists were thrown and no one was butt-hurt over their favorite band being called out as worse than the Foo Fighters.
There was plenty of reason to complain though. This was a tough weinke. The Jack Webb was rough enough, the pyramid was rougher. Not sure if YHC will ever be invited back to Q. Who are we kidding, of course YHC will be back.
One other thing, Frehley’s Comet is full of hot air. Voodoo might be vaccinated for Covid-19 but pretty sure whatever forcefully exited Frehley’s system on Monday killed the vaccine.
It might also be the cure for Covid.
Announcments:
Thanks to Wild Turkey for the takeout
Until next time, SYITG
Gents, mark your calendars. The HDHH is back. Starting this month on Wednesday, May 19th, Area 51 is kicking off the HDHH summer tour.
It’s no secret, YHC likes to drink beer as much as the next three legged dog in a tuna factory. YHC is a little like that Sam critter from the moldy colored-breakfast food book for children, Green Eggs and Ham. In that beer can be drank here or there, beer can be drank anywhere. Fun fact, YHC has consumed beer on just about every nautical vessel known to man. The fact that most of those vessels were not in the water at the time of said consumption doesn’t need to be mentioned, but it’s not like the people at the Guinness Book of World Records will ever know. Despite numerous attempts by YHC, they just refuse to recognize the fortisitude required to achieve these monumental successes of the human spirit.
But, you may ask, what does all this have to do with the aforementioned HDHH tour? Glad you asked.
Just like those washed up card carrying AARP members of the 80’s rock band Poison, Motley Crue, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, and/or Def Leppard we’re going on a tour this summer. No tour bus, the M won’t let YHC have the family wagon. No hot chicks on motorcycles, surprisingly none of them would return YHC’s calls. And we’re really not crossing state lines here, so maybe less of a tour and more of a jaunt around South Charlotte.
First stop on this tour, Seaboard. Located in the heart of Stumptown, AKA Matthews, AKA that spot between Charlotte and Mint Hill that doesn’t want to be Charlotte but also does want to be Mint Hill. Park nearby in the Sparta AO parking lot and join us at 5:30 PM or 1730 for you military types. Outdoor seating is available.
Have you got a request for the next stop on the HDHH tour? Sound off in the comments below.
#SYITHDHH
You’re reading this pre-blast because:
If you don’t fit neatly into one of these categories, sound off in the comments. While you’re coming up with something witty to say, here are the top-ten reasons you should do GrowRuck in Charlotte, this year.
Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
Crazy things happened this weekend in and around the great mega state mountains of Caro-lossus. Things that highlight the S in stupid and the U & P in utterly pointless. 5 men ran 103.6 miles in, around, and out of the mountains in our beautiful mega state. 4 of the men were smart enough to rent a swagger wagon, 3 of them went shirtless at some point, 2 of them covered over a combined 50 miles of that distance, and 1 of them did all their running solo.
This weekend was all about Weird Mountain Stuff.
Start with how Midriff decided to run all of South Mountain. By himself. With no shirt on and taking selfies. Which is awesome BTW. (Disclaimer: the running part of course, jury’s still out on the selfies in the woods) Huge shout-out to Midriff, humble and easy-going in the gloom, but don’t be fooled. Dude is legit. Never done a 50K before? Not a problem. All those “runners” suddenly found something better to do? Their loss. His M was in pre-labor for 10 days? Alright he can’t beat that … yet, but this was a strong second.
In comparison, 4 other men did a slightly less impressive thing. They ran from Asheville NC to Greenville SC in a day. Also known as the Ville to Ville Craft Beer Relay. 70.6 miles from Highland Brewing to Hampton Station. The race is a relay style format with 12 legs. Teams of 6, 4, and 3 are allowed. You accountant types can calculate the square root of who gives a rat’s @$$ to determine how the legs and mileage breakdown. Weather was a fine spring day, no rain, lots of sun, and all the bad clothing decisions you’d expect from people who spent a year on zoom calls while day drinking.
YHC called it BRR Lite, and it is. 1/3 of the miles, 1/3 of the time to complete, and 100% of the chafing. With stops at two breweries along the way and the finish line at Hampton Station in Greenville, SC it’s basically running to the next parking lot so you can drink a beer in a koozie and keep the party going. YHC snagged a spot early in the limited Ville to Ville running field because this thing sells out fast. Spots in this race are gone faster than Willie Nelson can smoke a joint. It’s so fast that the 2022 race is already sold out 3 days after the 2021 race ended.
As Cap’n, YHC wanted to keep the team small. No 15 passenger vans, no extra driver, just 4 men on a mission. BRR veteran a plus, but not a requirement. 4 committed runners, who probably need to be committed to a state run institution. To Flipper’s credit he was the first to HC. Our other two team members would be new and valuable additions to the ever growing roster of Team Up ‘n Over. Fear not UNO alumni, these new comers proved their worth.
Here’s the team breakdown
Flipper: Marathon training may not have netted him a BQ but he got faster, no doubt. In typical Flipper fashion, he took the highest mileage and hardest legs. No surprise, his big personality was only upstaged by a big performance. As captain, YHC was nervous that the marathon recovery might sideline Flipper from Ville to Ville. But not only did he bring the marathon swagger but so the performance to back it up. Flipper crushed 2,000 ft. of elevation gain over 20 miles. Highlight of the day, throwing his sweaty shirt in the driver’s side window of the van as we passed him running. *not* Refreshing.
Day-Z (or Daisy): The story behind the name is worth the rename to Day-Z. Prove that it’s not. Originally hailing from Area 51 but relocated to Metro along with his living situation. A chance encounter at SIBling Rivalry got him on the team and he did not disappoint. Due to a last minute change in the race course, Day-Z had inherited the second hardest set of legs and second highest mileage for the team. Including a 23% incline in the first two miles of his first leg. You wouldn’t know it from his even pacing on Strava. A solid BRR veteran, nothing phased him. Find him running at all the brewery runs during the week in CLT.
Hot Wing: His claim to fame in Area 51 is being related to me. By marriage. There’s no way we share a blood line, he’s like Sprockets with no hair. Shorter than short. Definite contender for rookie of the year, though. YHC got him running during Covid and on our first run together he was outpacing YHC and chatting it up the whole way. This carried over to Makeshift Marathon in November. Mile 10 and all smiles. When I told him about this race he put his game face on 8 months in advance and it showed. If you’re putting a BRR team together, he should be on your short list. He assumed an 8:45 pace but came in way under, like closer to 8:00’s.
YHC: Not one to toot his own horn, YHC took the glory leg. Also got about .10 miles short of a PR on the 10K, sub 50:00. Original distance was over 18 miles, but some construction outside of Henderson-ville-town-ship-burg changed up the route and cut off two miles. YHC ain’t no defeatist, and ain’t no complainer, the motto is to just keep kicking with bigger and better things. YHC decided the end of the race was a good place to run an extra two miles. And by run an extra two miles, YHC means to blow through the last turn and keep going. Serves YHC right for passing like 8 people in 3 miles on that leg and running all alone. (hums Eric Carmen’s “All by Myself”). Eventually, YHC figured out that the finish was the OTHER way and turned around. The poor volunteer at the end of the race was not impressed with the sweaty-yeti loudly explaining that the sign was missing. #YetiKaren
Of course the usual antics happened during the race. Yelling inappropriate things at your runner as you drive by, staring slack-jawed with the 250 other middle-aged men at the female runners way too young for you and way too out of our league on our best day, dirty jokes, and dirty smelly vans. The BRR veterans know that smell, open up that door and it smells like success, or pheromones. Whatever you college types like to call it.
At the end of the day these fellas left their mark on ‘dem ‘der hills. Midriff was the champion/gold-medal/MVP of the South Mountain Slog. Team UNO only took 81 out of 236 with an average pace of 8:15/mile, the slackers that we are. Can’t win them all, but it’s never about winning when it’s Completely Stupid and Utterly Pointless.
Next up, BRR.
#SYITG
Cap’n Hoover
10 men rolled into the Calvary parking lot (not all at 0530) for this week’s episode of Meathead. Some were early, some were late, some were right on time. All in attendance agreed it was the best workout in the history of workouts conducted on 04/14/21.
According to the holy text of the SwOle-mpus-Meathead weinke, that spreadsheet of fame and infamy. Created by Voodoo, from the depths of a fever dream that sounds like a collaboration between A Christmas Carol and Terminator 3 (you remember that one, the good terminator movie). Delivered unto him in the middle of the night by the angry and vengeful spirits of Ronald and Nancy Regan on behalf of Geoff Neupert the Patron Saint of EZ-Strength, deemed that today was double swings day. And if Saint Neupert says double swings, you better have double swings in your weinke or else …
Here’s what went down.
Warmup
Main Event
Round 1: 10 sets of 6 DBL Swings (1 minute each) 10 minutes
Round 2: Armor building: 2 x DCL, 1 x DMP, 3 x DFFS for 15:00 (60 seconds on, 15 seconds off, 12 sets total)
Round 3: EMOM and AMRAP (10 minutes)
Carry and Mary
Somewhere in there, we talked about the volume of poop from 8 dogs. Bullwinkle was slightly intimidated by this thought.
Moley-skin
The weinke was designed to prep us for the Functional Strength Challenge on 05/22. YHC knows the EMOM snatches were a big hit. They were such a big hit that Voodoo had to ask why YHC deviated from the EZ-Strength portion of Our Lord of the Kettlebell Neupert’s Worksheet. The answer is simple, just because you can do something, doesn’t mean it’s always a good idea. Is YHC right, Bernie Madoff?
And EMOM snatches are a great idea. Up there with getting a pat on the back with a handful of thumbtacks dipped in jalapeno juice and then skipping the tetanus shot.
Enough about stuff you wish you were part of this AM, YHC has to get back to making a living. YHC’s stories about Possum Voltron or that time YHC liberated a Bradley fighting vehicle and entered it into the Pierce County Demolition Derby, into which YHC may or may not have won 3rd place (until being disqualified for failure to produce a vehicle registration and/or title confirming ownership of said Bradley fighting vehicle) … That and other stories will have to wait until the next backblast.
Thanks to Unplugged for the take-out.
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