13 fine gentlemen made the right decision this morning, coming out in the chilly gloom for a bit of adult recess. After a brief disclaimer, we were off to the other side of the school, circling in for a landing at a previously unused (or seldom used) location: the basketball court randomly located behind the lower school buildings (C building, for those inclined to know such things). The workout proceeded as follows:
About a week ago, a call went out for someone to step-up and Q as the regularly scheduled leader was apparently planning to be MIA this fine morning. I could’ve sworn someone responded and agreed to take it, but apparently they thought they were volunteering to be MIA themselves this morning. Didn’t know that was an option. Fast forward to today and when 5 of us circled up, kettlebells smartly arrayed in front of us, we figured out pretty quickly that none of us had planned to lead. So, with a shrug and a disclaimer (including a first ever: “I don’t know what I have planned today, but proceed at your own risk”), we began.
A small but strong group of wily veterans gathered in the CDS high school middle school parking lot for their daily dose of fitness. Given the expert crew, and the fact that they all knew I’ve never been an expert in much, I gave what might generously be described as a woeful (at best) disclaimer and took off running. Risky move, I know, exposing myself and all the other F3 shareholders to so much potential liability. Oh wait, there are no shareholders? Ok, all the board members and me? Or, all the members? Or…? Ok, so no good answer to that one. Good thing no one tripped, got lost or fell on an ant bed.
Thanks to Curd’s ribbing, I proceeded to remedy the deficiency when we circled up for actual exercise by giving a thoroughly sound and complete disclaimer, finishing with the legally precise catch-all clause: “Remember, if anything happens out here, it’s your own [darn] fault!”
For those who care, here’s what we did:
COP: SSH, Merkins, Squats, 8-count body builders, LBCs, Mountain Climbers and maybe something else.
Using rocks we found in a ditch, we proceeded to the main parking lot for some running/lifting partner combos that went something like this:
Having returned the rocks, we proceeded to the high school middle school picnic tables for a little more partner work:
Circle up on the concrete slab for a quick session with Jack Webb.
COT (on the slab)
Cobains for no Imperial Walkers today. I personally hate it when the Q doesn’t include those. Feels like the workout is just a tad short-changed and I missed out on something. Not sure what benefit that exercise provides have, they look kinda stupid and most folks half-ass them while chatting with their buddies, but they’re still an F3 staple. But, I forgot them. Oh well. You’ll just have to bang ‘em out on your own if you missed them like I did.
“If anything happens out here, it’s your own [darn] fault.” I’ve been thinking about that statement a little more today, and I really think it rings true. For more than just any potential injury. You want to get faster? It’s on you. Stronger? You. Community? You. You have none of the above? Uh yeah, you. As we shared (ok, I pontificated a bit) in COT, F3 can be a very good thing, helping some of us get in a bit better shape, but more importantly providing a community of men actually getting to know and care about one another. Tough to find in this world. It should be easier to find elsewhere, but for so many it isn’t. Many if not most do find this community at F3 (when they show up semi-consistently, invest in others, etc. – again, it’s on you) and the remarkable thing is that when they find it at F3 they tend to take it with them back into their other work, family, churches and neighborhood.
I’ll be honest, when I agreed to cover the Q for this day, I forgot that it was Christmas Eve Eve. You know, that most merry of pseudo holidays that only occurs once every real holiday. To top it off, I was soon to find out that I’d be leading a convergence, bringing the old #Jevlar band back together, and we’d be meeting at 7 am instead of the usual safe time of 0530. Why is 0530 safe you ask? Well…. let’s just say that when monkey humpers are on the menu the less light the better…
18 dudes — average crowd for a Friday, but a huge crowd for a psuedo holiday — were properly disclaimed and still decided to follow me around anyway. Following a theme I came up with on my own (stole from Twitter), we started off with burpees and proceeded to sprinkle them throughout the workout to make sure we got in our full allotment. Workout went something like as follows:
Ok, I know it’s been a while since I Q’d a workout, but I do know that you’re supposed to get the backblast out sometime that morning so that everyone can wax poetic about how epic the beatdown was, how cold the gloom, and how crazy that random thing that happened was. Well, if you can’t get it out that morning, definitely by end of day. By end of week. Ok, definitely before the next iteration of the workout. So here I am enjoying my Sunday evening by clearing my conscience…
7 guys circled up around 9 cars and with a push and a nod we were off. Quick mosey around the parking lots and over to the assistant teacher of the week parking spot (primo location!). Circle up for a thorough COP: SSH, IW, Merkin, Mountain Climbers, Squats, Flutter, Plank, LBC. Mosey over to the baby track for BLIMPS:
Mosey to the wall, people’s chair, BTW, lunge walk across lot, 20 incline merkins; repeato x2
Run back passing and completing 2 rounds of As Many Pullups As Possible (AMPAP?).
Circle up in lot, greet the late arriving owner of the extra 2 cars, complete 1 burpee as a group and we’re done.
6 men made a small decision this morning to step out of bed instead of shutting off their alarm and rolling over. That decision was followed by another small decision, and another, and another, and by 0530 we found ourselves staring at each other in the early morning gloom. Nothing awkward about it all .
Here’s the WOD (not Lexicon approved):
If a tree falls in the woods, and no one hears it, does it make a noise? Meatheads aren’t traditionally known for their philosophical prowess, but the 12 who posted this fine morning have been considering the question ever since. Because, as we all know too well, if a backblast doesn’t post, one begins to wonder if the workout actually happened. Of course, post the backblast too late and no one actually reads it, which I think means the workout didn’t happen … twice.
On this fine misty morning interspersed with torrential downpours and harmonized with the best of Pandora’s Def Leppard radio, 12 terrific gents performed as follows:
16 men gathered in the gloom around the #badassblack shovel and red, white and blue flag. Those colors may not run, but we did, off into and around the nicest and largest parking lot in the A51 AO.
In light of this morning’s prayer request shared by Horsehead, take a moment to hug your wife and kids, and pray for each of them while also praying for the hurting family. If nothing else, consider 2 Samuel 12:16 and 22-23.
Being a Wednesday AO siteQ for the last 2.5 years, I was looking forward to broadening my horizons and checking out a new AO for the first time. Added benefit, I was invited to Q. A workout happened, mad fitness gains were made and fellowship was the happy byproduct. Arriving 10 minutes early to get my bearings, I quickly put a plan together and here is what we did:
So, I’ve been meaning to get out of my rut and actually post at a Thursday workout. Perfect excuse came this morning by way of text on Tuesday. Not sure if Brown knew exactly what he was doing when he pegged me to join in the Thursday fun, but couldn’t let him down.
Cool temps, sleeveless shirts, music and meatrunners back on location. Time to begin:
Warmup: mountain climbers, imperial walkers, prying squats, figure eights and some halos
The Main Event: