F3 New Orleans

Author: EIEI

  • Like a VQ

    PAX arrived at Granny’s, weather warm, shovel flag limp in the breezeless gloom. Much talk of aching trapezius on account of @grundy’s Bearcrawlapalooza. Pik reminded The PAX of YHC’s much celebrated lack of attendance of late by suggesting that this was YHC’s VQ. You know, I’ve always thought that the subject of Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” wasn’t really a virgin. I mean, if she was really a virgin, the song woulda just been called “Virgin”. But she wasn’t a virgin, she was just LIKE a virgin. It was kinda the same thing for my Q today.

    Warmateria

    • SSH x 25 IC
    • Seal Jacks x 20 IC
    • Imperial Walkers x 15 IC
    • ??? x 10 IC
    • Burpees x 5

    Thangateria

    BLIMPS – up the trailhead stairs and back between exercises

    Head to bus stop for:

    • Freak Nasties x 25 IC
    • Stepups x 20 each leg
    • Irkins x 15 IC
    • Box Jumps x 10
    • Inclined Shoulder Taps x 5 IC

    Amphitheater stage for Jack Webbs, 1 to 4 ratio merkins to invisible arm presses

    Next up was a failed attempt at a Movie Quote Plank/Merkin Wave. PAX circled up in plank position, went around circle, each PAX had to quote any line from Hunt for Red October, Ghostbusters, Tombstone, Goodfellas, or Big Lebowski. Cowbell has not seen any movies, ever, so the instructions were modified for him. He just had to say any complete sentence. Punishment was 5 merkins. Let’s just say this din’t work too well and leave it at that. YHC was just trying to inject a little fun, but these men are all business. Winner goes to Zoolander (or was it Waterpik??) with: “Ghostbustas, whaddaya want?!?”

    Back to amphitheater for a quick series of 6’s: 1 box jump on wooden platform, down the “hill” hop up on stage and 5 merks, etc etc.

    Back to flag for more than 7 minutes of mary:

    • LBC x 30 IC
    • 5 burpees (PAX experienced shock and awe.)
    • Crunchy Frogs x 20 IC
    • Freddie Mercury x 15 IC
    • 5 burpees (More shock and awe. At this point, someone shoulda said “This aggression will not stand, man.” Missed opportunity men, missed opportunity.)
    • Fondas each leg x 20 IC (with the pulse)
    • Nolan Ryan’s each side x 10 IC

    Countateria, Prayerateria

    Thanks for posting guys. nice to see seven at Granny’s!

    Touched for the very first time,

    Ei

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  • (Erotic?) Dreams of TurboTax, Mowing Grass, Wherethehellissparkles, and a Pair of New Shoes

    That pretty much says it all….

     

    Start off with COT as is reasonable and customary at the Captain’s Cove.

     

    Good mumblechatter this morning with a couple of great guys.  Whacker seemed particularly pumped up this morning, detailing the twisting, turning story of his dream that included our very own Turbo Tax in a nocturnal F3 AO setting.  Really, you’ll have to ask Bushwacker about this one.  Not withstanding the many praises I have received for my supposed and alleged high brown and cerebral writing skillz, I am in no way prepared to recount this dream.  I will say that the recounting of Wackie’s dream was complete with a disclaimer that mind altering drugs were not in fact ingested prior to the dream.

     

    For any tips on either remaining hydrated or being extremely efficient at solo lawn mowing, also please consult Bushwacker.  These etherial musings were also debated during our 6.3 mile tour along the lakefront and amongst the Quercus virginia.

     

    Where the hell is Captain Sparkles?  Demotion to Seal Team Zero is imminent.  Hollywood movie sets are actually not F3 AO’s.  Sparkles – Come back!!!!

     

    Shooter got a new pair of running shoes.  His shoe size did indeed increase.  I am sure Ms. Shooter appreciates this.

     

    Thanks for getting me out there guys.  And thanks to whoever put me down as Q.  I needed an extra point in ISI.

    Ei

     

     

  • Krazy Ivan 2018

    The events depicted in this Backblast are completely stupid and utterly pointless.  Any similarity to events which are neither stupid nor pointless is purely coincidental.  

    No animals were harmed in the running of the Krazy Ivan.

    The Inagural Northshore Krazy Ivan CSAUP went off as planned, sort of.  The Northshore won, the Southshore whined, and it was….warm??!!??  The lack of frigid conditions made for a slightly less stupid but still rather pointless event.  Next year, we will aim higher.  Without further ado…

    Twenty men gathered at the gazebo on the Mandeville lakefront on a beautiful, starry, breezy Saturday evening: 15 Northshore PAX, 1 Northshore Scorekeeper, and 4 Southshore PAX.  Lots of mumble chatter, a bit of trash talk, and some ogling at the Freedom Hammer ensued.  Somewhere around 2100, as the PAX waited for Triple Shift to open the needle valve to bleed some pressure (a little oilfield lingo, there), THE Manny rung the bovine bell.  Some quick instructions from YHC, including a warning of low visibility, potentially questionable footing, an offer of flashlights (offer summarily rejected), and the PAX gathered at the starting line.  Hawg mumbled something about the Gnarly Nutria always beginning on time.  Uh huh.

     

    With another ringing of the bovine bell, THE Manny released the hounds.  Turbo, Backdraft, Steve and all the other skinny dudes went out guns blazing.  Out and back to the west end seawall x 3 was the course.  The easterly breeze made for a nice tailwind on the way out that was as appreciated as was the equal and opposite headwind was loathed on the way back.  That is, unless you were Triple Shift.  You see, Triple Shift had a strategy, folks: get right on the heals of a really good looking, husky PAX and run in his ample slipstream the entire race, save for the last 50 yards when you turn on the reserves and blast past him.  So if you think about it, Triple owes YHC one of his points.  But more on the (contested) scoring later.

     

    The course was dark, sometimes nearly pitch black.  Although Orian’s belt and the waxing crescent were quite visible, the running path was at times not.  As 19 PAX trekked and traversed back and forth, forth and back, we passed those both ahead and behind us, those who lapped and those who got lapped.  This afforded the PAX opportunity to root for, hiss at, tease, encourage, or mock those we were passing.  I can speak for Triple, as he was behind me the entire time benefitting from all my hard work I mean seriously did I mention that already I mean it’s not a big deal that he got one more point than I did but really when you think about it I should at least be added to his Christmas card list but whatever I’m not bitter or anything.  Particular attentiveness and night vision skills were needed to navigate the last two tenths of the west end.  YHC had specifically warned the PAX about this risky, questionable section of the course.  So it’s a good thing that YHC himself did not take a tumble and nearly bust his ass on the exact part of the course on which the warning was issued.  That would be ironic.  Dontcha think.

    At the finish line, the PAX again gathered and coalesced.  Fracsac volunteered for Safety Caboose, finishing up the race and also ensuring that no man was left behind, injured, abducted, or absconded with.  Thanks Frac.  THE Manny tallied up the score and announced a 176-31 Northshore victory; looks of mistrust appeared on a few faces.  Perhaps that was because they were expecting a 177-31 loss.  But, abiding by the only rule of the Krazy Ivan – run the race in a tank top – THE Manny exercised legislative, judicial, and executive powers and stripped Turtle of his single point for finishing the race in a hooded sweatshirt.  Coutoramma, Nameorama, BOM, and off to The Barley Oak for some F2.

    At the BO, drinks were had an all was merry.  Tomatoes tested the neck twisting and head turning capabilities of Captain Sparkles (ok, his were not the only capabilities tested…hellLLOOO black dress).  An impromptu yet formal meeting of the F3 Rules Committee adjudicated on the ability to move an AO once it is established.  Verdict: negative ghost rider, pattern’s full brah.  At this point, Hawg petitioned the Rules Committee for a formal, third party review and calculation of the night’s score.  THE Manny’s honour in question, YHC immediately began the process.  Third party results are in, proving that you should sometimes watch what you ask for.  The final, certified, verified, bonafied count is 190-35.

     

    Excellent CSAUP, PAX.  T-Claps to the Southshore guys who posted.  We will see you at the 2018 Gnarley Nutria.  A pleasure to be amongst you.

     

    EiEi

  • 10K Plus

    I am not certain if it is uncouth, unbecoming, untoward, crass, or a violation of the F3 chapter in Emily Post’s Etiquette, but what follows is a backblast of an officially unofficial workout which will hopefully very shortly hereafter become an officially official workout at the recently dubbed CAPTAIN’S COVE.

     

    Five PAX arrived at the predetermined, slightly changed location (what gazebo???).  We were about to begin our pre-departure routine when Ocho rolled in hot, in a most silent and environmentally friendly fashion, although that may be subject to debate when one considers the volume of ore required to be mined to manufacture a lithium battery for a Prius, not to mention the challenges that disposing of such presents.  Nonetheless, the Ocho-operated Prius glid into the parking lot.  Apparently the parking lot stripes are laid out in an unintuitive manner, resulting in the Prius intersecting a yellow stripe at an acute angle.  Mumble chatter erupted (well, erupted may be a bit too dramatic a verb, but there was mumble chatter, trust me) as the Pax laughed and pointed at the parking job Ocho executed.  Perhaps Ocho heard the chatter because he proceeded to engage the Prius’ hip and trendy electric motor once again and, with a bit of pitch, yaw, and roll piloted the silent auto into a position parallel to the stripes.

    Countorama, nameorama, prayerorama.  And we’re off.  Three pax proceeded at a slightly faster pace, and C-Spark announced that the three in the lead would add the “Thursday Scramble Loop”.  This allowed the trailing Pax to catch up and overtake the lead pax.  At Sunset point, lead Pax met up with tail Pax and kept going.  We finished in two groups at the gazebo that does indeed exist, with the lead group getting an extra ~1/2 mile in, thanks to the loop.

    Really digging the 10K Fridays guys.  This, with the City Hall Scramble, has seen several self-proclaimed “I’m not a runner” Pax tackle the mental obstacle of running.  Excellent, excellent work guys!  See ya next time.

     

    Ei

  • Prime Time.

    Eleven strong on a Tuesday.  Booyaa.  The Trailhead parking lot was busting at the seams with vehicular occupancy, in part due to the presence of the jogging tomatoes.

     

    Apparently there were 2 Q’s today, neither of whom knew about the other’s status as Q.   In democratic (lower case “d”…don’t get me started) fashion, it was agreed that the Q be split.  YHC took the first half, Ocho to finish it up.

     

    Warmup, in quantities that can only be divided by themselves and unity:

    •  SSH x 17 IC
    • Seal Jacks x 19 IC
    • IW x 23 IC
    • Plank Jacks x 29 IC

     

    Thang

    Mosey to fire station.  Count off 1-2-1-2-1-2 to form two groups.  Let it be known: Northshore PAX have difficulty counting.  After a couple tries, we actually got everyone to count off.  However, when we split up into our groups, one group had like 4 more people.  Let it be known: Northshore PAX cannot pay attention.

    The announcement that the first exercise is “1 Mile For Time” elicited some groaning from the PAX, but the challenge was accepted.  Allowances were made for those with ailments, impediments, handicaps, conditions, afflictions, maladies, disorders, and other undocumented infirmities to modify as needed, take a shorter route, do something else while the PAX runs, etc.  However, all PAX accepted the challenge; even Ol’ Planter Fasciitis accepted [and clocked a very respectable time I might add, notwithstanding his extended hiatus (is there any other kind) from running)].  Post 1-Miler, mosey back to trailhead for:

    Plankapalooza:

    • Plank and hold [cue: Turtle comments/complaints/constructive (not really) criticism regarding the nature of the so-called “F3 plank” vs whatever kind of plank that Turtle happens to be doing, which, of course, is the manly plank.}
    • Right arm high
    • Right arm high again (mumble chatter provoking)
    • Right arm high again (additional mumble chatter provoking)
    • Shoulder taps x 23 IC
    • Left arm high
    • Left arm high again (mumble chatter.  shocker)
    • Left arm high again (yes)
    • Air presses IC x 23

    Evidently, the PAX has come to expect consecutive, as opposed to cumulative, symmetry in dextral and sinestral exercises. That is: a right arm high should absolutely and without exception be immediately followed by a left arm high and by no means should be followed by another right arm high.  But, like Putty said on Seinfeld, “You know Jerry, 51% of all turns are left hand turns.  High five.”

     

    Hand off to OCHO.

    Ocho has been watching youtube.  Therefore, pair up for:

    • Herd Protection – This was obviously a cruel attempt to make Turtle do 10 burpees.  And it worked.  All PAX, save Turtle, huddle up NFL style (except standing), arms interlocked in a circle.  Steve was our little baby elephant we had to protect.  And Turtle was the lion(ess) on the hunt.  He had 30 or 60 (i forget) seconds to get both hands on Steve while the PAX rotated clockwise and anti-clockwise  to protect our little calf.  If successful, PAX to do 10 burpees.  If unsuccessful, Turtle to do 10 burpees.  PAX caught their breath while Turtle burpeed.
    • Hard Hands (did anyone else blush while reading that) – In this test of skill, strength, and ability not to be embarrassed by holding another man’s sweaty hand for like a really long time, 2 PAX faced off Sumo style.  Grasp right hands, partner A attempts to push partner B’s hand toward B’s thigh.  Success results in 5 burpies for B.  Switch to left hand.  Then Partner A becomes the defender and Partner B becomes the offender.
    • Push and Balance.  Continue Sumo faceoff positions.  Try to push partner off balance using hand to hand contact only.  Loser does burpees.
    • Snatch (#blush) – Again, Sumo standoff position.  One PAX removes shoe (not a typo) and places it between partners.  Ocho called out various G-Rated body parts (head, shoulder, knees, toes, etc).  And when “SNATCH” is called out, both partners try to snatch up the cast-aside footwear.  Loser bear crawls 10 yards.

     

    Countorama. Nameorama. Announcements.  Shooter volunteered for next Tuesday Q. Toots prayed us out.

     

    Ei

  • First Annual (Semi-Annual? Monthly? Weekly???) Northshore 10K Sandwich

    So a couple weeks ago it seemed like a good idea.  We’d run 5K before the workout, no biggie, we’ve done that before.  But this time we’d just add a little 5K after the workout.  Sounds easy enough, right.

    FOREPLAY

    YHC, Steve, and Turbo met at 0600 and put 3.1 miles in the bank.  Then back to the flag for the workout.

     

    INTERCOURSE (??)

    Warmup (who knows if any of this is right…)

    • SSH
    • Windmills
    • IW
    • Seal Jacks
    • Peter Parkers
    • Other things?
    • All x 20 IC

    Mosey west a bit for:

    • Plankorama
      • Plank hold
      • Southern Gent
      • Northern Aggressor (a.k.a. Kim Jung Un??)
      • Right arm high
      • Add right leg high
      • Plank hold
      • Left arm high
      • Add left leg high
      • Plank hold
      • Air presses x 40 IC
      • Shoulder taps x 20 IC
      • Plank Hold
      • Air presses x 40 IC
      • Newton’s Cradle x 40 IC
      • Bitching and Moaning
      • Plank hold
      • Recover

    THANG

    BLIMPS with the following constituent exercises.  Afer each, slow mosey 30 yards, carioca 30 yards, sprint 30 yards.

    • Burpees x 5
    • Lunges x 10
    • IW x 15
    • Merkins x 20
    • Plank jacks x 25
    • Squats x 30

    Lots of ten (and multiples of ten) counts sprinkled and interspersed.  It was hot.

    Mosey back east a bit for toe touchers x 20 IC.  At this time, I occasioned to merely suggest that I might consider the possibility of potentially canceling the second half of the 10K sando.  Turbo shut that down quickly, in a manner consistent with his moniker.

    Back to flag for 13 minutes of MaryJane (#justcoinedanexercise)

    • LBC x 30 IC
    • Fred Merc’s x 20 IC
    • Nolan Ryans x 15 each side
    • Jane Fondas x 10 IC
    • Jane Fonda pulses x 10 IC
    • Jane Fonda Toe to knee x IC
    • Bitching and Moaning
    • Jane Fonda knee to knee x 10 IC
    • Bitching and Moaning
    • Switch sides and rinse/repeat all above Jane Fondas

     

    Announceorama. Prayerorama.

     

    CIGARETTE

    I had broughten a cooler with ice and water in preparation for the sandwich.  Turbo coaxed me off the starting line for the second 5K; Tanked Up manned up for the second half of the sandwich.  Turtle joined us for 1 mile of it.  It was brutal.  Back at the cooler after mile one, I doth protest too much and announced that I was done.  Again, in a most swift, stern, and surly manner, Turbo informed me that no, I was actually going to finish what I had started.  I then offered a certified medical reason for my premature renunciation of the sandwich: I was really, really thirsty.  Being the MacGyver-like problem solve that he is, Turbo instructed your most humble, and by this time beat-down, narrator to bring a damn bottle of water with me, and we completed the 5k.

    Coffeteria.

     

    EPILOGUE

    On the drive home I was totally beat, mentally and physically.  To soothe the mental part, I put the second movement of Schubert’s first Piano Trio on “the radio” in the car for the ride home.  If you want to see some hot tomatoes making some fine music, check it out.  But I got dibbs on cellist Julie Albers. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGSvcnQ7J20

     

    Turbo – Honestly man, thank you for pushing me.  I wanted to quit.  I knew I couldn’t do it, but you knew I could.  This is F3.

     

     

     

  • Newton, Euclid, Archimedes, Gauss, Descartes, Pythagoras

    What these men have in in common with each other, they most assuredly do not have in common with the Northshore Pax.  More on that later.

    Pre-Pre-Thang.  0600

    Ei’s personal goal of running 20 miles this week crept its way into the F3 workout this Saturday.  Our normal Pre-Thang 2 miler would have put your humble narrator 1 mile short of previously mentioned goal.  Consequently, a GroupMe pre-blast was, well, blasted…inviting one and all to get 1.1 miles in before the 0610 Pre-Thang.  Takers were Shooter, Turbo, and Splice.  Out to the yacht club and back.

     

    Pre-Thang.  0610

    Back to the flag after Pre-Pre-Thang to pick up the rest of the Pre-Thangers (can’t remember who all we picked up, so just imagine whoever you want here; it will not affect your experience as a reader of this backblast).  Two mile mosey to the West Side (till I die) of the lakefront.  During Pre-Thang, Grundy timed him self for 1.5 miles and came in at 26 minutes 42 seconds.  Not bad Grundy.  Keep it up.

     

    Thang.  0630

    Started out with a sarcastic disclaimer (would that make it a “claimer”???), wherein YHC declared himself a professional trainer, expert in all areas of medicine, and recited the Hippocratic Oath (that part is a lie).  Next, brief disclaimer and straight into:

    • SSH X 20 IC
    • IW X 20 IC
    • Mountain Climbers x 20 IC
    • Arm Circles x 20 IC
    • Seal Jacks x 20 IC
    • Windmills x 10 IC
    • Toe Touchers x 10 IC

     

    Mosey to the wall for:

    • Bulgarian Split Squat, each leg x 12 – Blackbird claimed he did not know what a “Bulgarian” SS was.  Suspecting jest and that no human could possibly be unaware of the BSS, YHC replied in similar jest that it was the same as a Regular Split Squat, but Bulgarian.  This jest volley was returned with confusion; therefore a description of the exercise in question was given, and Pax proceeded.
    • Freak Nasty’s (actually, Nasties) x 15 IC
    • Baby Box Jumps x 12 OYO – Splice assisted YHC in exercise name modification.  We came up with “Baby BJ’s”
    • Irks x 15 IC

     

    Mosey west for:

    Improperly described Route 66.  Shoulda been Route 55, however, please refer to preamble.  Route 66/55 consisted of:

    • 30 yard run to headless penis (you had to be there) for 1 burpee
    • 40 yard run to base of bridge for 11 Mountain Climbers
    • Back to you-know-what for 2 burpees
    • Back to start for 9 MC’s
    • ad infinitum (Another lie.  We didn’t really go on forever.  I mean, I have a job and a family. We just descended to zero.  Just wanted to use a little italicized Latin lingo)

     

    Mosey across bridge for:

    • Bizz Buzz – Without going into details, this was a total joke.  Penalty for an error in arithmetic by any one member of the Pax was declared to be 5 burpees for the entire Pax.  We never made it to 50, but we made it close with the aid of some assistance (read: cheating).  Cumulative penalty assessed on the Pax equaled 15 burpees.  The Pax was simply unable to muster much morning mathematical manpower.
    • Hip Slappers x 20 IC
    • Jack Webbs.  1:3 Ratio from 10 to 1

     

    Back to flag for ninety seconds of Mary:

    • Flutter Kicks IC.  At count 3 we had a request for Fondas.  Count halted immediately at 4.
    • Fondas x 10 IC

     

    Countorama, Nameorama, Announcementorama, Prayerorama, Coffeteriaorama.

     

    Ei

  • Ocho is the loneliest number, and other Holiday musings

    Pax arrived at the predetermined place and time. Ocho must have thought the workout begins at ocho o’clock-o or something. After a couple minutes courtesy wait, the pax, sans Ocho, departed city hall on a new, mysterious and exploratory route into the gloom.

    No silly stuff today, just a good ole fashion run. We ran the usual Fancy House Loop (FHL) and added the larger loop just east of FHL consisting of North Street, East Street, South Street, and West Street. After completing both FHL and N-E-S-W Loop, the pax proceed back to Massena Street for the mosey back to the barn when…

    …what to our wondering eyes did appear but…

    …a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.  Well, it wan’t really a sleigh, and it wasn’t really eight tiny reindeer, but it was Ocho, which is spanish for 8, and, if Ocho had all his sibligs with him, it would have been 8 people who looked tiny, since he was a couple hundred yards away and as a result appeared small in the distance.  Look, it’s not a Christmas carol, but it’s the best I can do in July.

    Jog back to city hall, YHC and Shooter picked it up to the finish.  Then to playground for:

    • Pikes with feet in swings x 10 IC
    • Hanging pikes x 10

     

    • Flutter x 10 IC
    • Rosalita x 10 IC
    • Hola Dolly x 10 IC
    • Freddy Merc’s x 10 IC
    • Rinse and repeat above x 5 IC
    • Rinse and repeat above x 3 IC

     

    • Shoulder taps x 31 IC

    Countorama, Namorama, Prayerorama.  Peace out.

    Kudos for Ocho for running the usual route SOLO all the while likely wondering where the hell the pax was.  Tclaps to Turtle for hanging in there on the run.  It only gets easier brother.

    Ei

  • Tunnel of Pain, Re-Revisited

    Those among us, who may indeed be few, familiar with a certain Metallica E.P. released in 1987 may appreciate the title aptly given to this workout.  For those who are not… “I GOT SOMETHIN’ TO SAY!!!….”

    Prologue: Mosey to fake bus stop for: Fondas left side x 20, Wife Pleasers x 10, Fondas left side x 20, all IC

    Rising Action: Mosey through Tunnel of Darkness to Tunnel of Pain.  Mumble chatter about how dark the Tunnel of Darkness was not, photons, cosmetic sales, etc…  Upon emerging from Tunnel of (not so) Darkness, 20 IW’s IC, then:

    Climax:

    1. Mosey down the hill, karaoke (or whatever the hell it is), sprint up the hill.  MC’s x 20 IC
    2. Repeat
    3. Mosey down the hill, lunge walk, sprint up the hill.  Peter Parkers x 20 IC
    4. Repeat but with Parker Peters
    5. Mosey down the hill, back pedal, sprint up the hill.  Crabcakes x 10 IC
    6. Repeat but with some annoying planking
    7. Mosey down the hill, high skips, sprint up the hill.  something IC
    8. Repeat
    9. Mosey down the hill, something, sprint up the hill.  something IC
    10. Repeat
    11. Mosey down the hill, karaoke (or whatever the hell it is), sprint up the hill.  shoulder taps
    12. Repeat. Lots of planking

    Denouement: Mosey back to flag.  Chewy and Choppah mumbled about who knows what, likely more talk of cosmetics I guess, I really couldn’t tell you.  Me and SeaBass mumbled about oilfield trash and other burly stuff for which tomatoes go craycray.  Back to the flag for countorama and nameorama.  At this point we awkwardly began some sort of weird homage to Turbo’s cardio capacity and athletic F3 superiority.  This was abruptly halted once things got really awkward.   Choppah forgot how old he was, but we helped him out.

    EI

  • This is going to suck, and other astronomical musings

    The 23.5 degree tilt of the Earth’s rotational axis with respect to its orbital plane is in part responsible for life as we know it.  It is also responsible for the fact that the gloom is getting gloomier these days for the F3 PAX gathering in the Northern Hemisphere (do we have any PAX in the Southern Hemisphere???).  This was a particularly clear morning, and in the relative darkness of Abita Springs, Louisiana, Nacho Libre employed his doctoral-level grasp of astronomy to suggest that just about every group of stars in the heavens is indeed Ursa Major.

    The THANG 

    Warmup

    • SSH x 20 IC
    • IW x 15 IC (Nacho inquired if IW’s actually do anything)
    • 5 counter-clockwise revolutions of Side Straddle Shuffles around the amphitheater
    • 5 clockwise revolutions of Side Straddle Shuffles around the amphitheater

    Main Event

    Starting at the bottom of the hill, run up to second light post (~50 yards).  Then 1 burpie.  Run back down to bottom of hill, turn around, run back up hill.  2 burpies.  Rinse and repeat all the way up to 10 burpies.  Total of 55 burpies. (Thank you Spartanburg Stonehenge PAX, although the hill in Upstate SC was waaaaay steeper.  HUB CITY!!!)

    Back to the amphitheater for 15 freak nasties IC.

    Back up the hill for:

    • 20 Jane Fonda’s IC each leg
    • 10 John Kerry’s each leg IC
    • 15 John Fonda’s each leg IC (knee to knee)
    • 10 John Fonda’s each leg IC (toe to knee)

    Back to the amphitheater for Bunny Hop Box Jumps x 10 OYO.

    Run back up hill to 2nd light post for CraZY IvaN (the exercise formerly knows as Sudden Change).  Cumulative total of 65 burpies.

    Back up to top of hill for Mary:

    • LBC x 25 IC
    • Frogman things x 15 IC
    • Vladimir-the-DNC-Email-Hacker-Putin’s x 15 IC
    • Heels to heaven  x 15 IC

    Countorama, Nameorama, Prayer.

     

    E