Imagine the reaction when those words came out of Tankâs mouth as we were gathered for rehydrating and caffeinating at Abita Roasting! Of course, he was reminiscing about his childhood, inspired by the chemistry of Duke and Will I am (having a 2 year age difference). Thatâs right, the 2.0s are taking over the Au Lait! In training for the Turkey Trot, and inspired/excited by tales of Will I amâs consistent participation, Duke chose to attend his 1st Au Lait and persevere through his 1st 4 miler. With support from the whole PAX, he started in earnest, the energized 8 year old leading the way. At the 2 mile mark, QIC and qicJr turned back, while the rest surged onwards to push through the rest of the current route. Meanwhile, Jose, who has always run the the beat of his own drummer, had fallen back to take his own abbreviated track. From out of nowhere, he swooshed up from behind a struggling short-round, to encourage him with his stoic presence, ubiquitous soundtracks and teacherly words of wisdom. The three intrepid adventurers carried on to the end with every ounce of vigor a breakfast bribe could muster. Within scant minutes, the rest of the men appeared from around the corner, having traded Steve for Will I am! Of course, OCD Steve was just rounding out his Garmin-tracked mileage to 5.0. Beau and William played cornhole and breakfasted while the titular phrase passed from Tankâs lips like an uncurated comment caught on a hot micâŠ.
All this to say, a great group of men enjoyed more great mumble chatter on another great run marking another great Au Lait!
Category: Northshore
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I Like the Older Boysđł – from Bushwacker
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Triskaidekaphobia or Fear of the Number 13 Fear or avoidance of the number 13. It is also a reason for the fear of Friday the 13th, called paraskevidekatriaphobia. – from Jose10k
3 HIMS showed up, not afraid of the number 13, not afraid of the humidity, not afraid of the aftermath of Hurricane Francine. We took the red pill, and we were ready for a beatdown.
Due to the lack of electricity, YHC didn’t really come up with a Friday the 13th themed beatdown, so I used an oldie.
Warm-up: the usual
The Thang: Mosey to the courthouse for 11s. Burpees at one side, 2 calf raises up each step, copperhead squats at the top, down the ramp and around the courthouse.
Mumble chatter included the difficult math problem of calculating the optimal workout heart rate for a 75 year old man. Which Einstein quickly pointed out to Moby that he is 74, which produced even more grumble, grumble.
COT-Einstein prayed us out with intentions of hurricane survivors and prayers for our country.
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Hopping Puddles, Avoiding Cars and Dodging Debris in Post-Francine Frogger – from Bushwacker
Possibly the latest alternate beat down start time in F3 Northshore history, 7:30 brought a convergence of 2 stoic idiots who passed up what could reasonably be called the one weekday in several years that could legitimately be considered fully allowable to fartsack life. And so we two took off in an attempt to stick to the traditional route, but thwarted by standing water, small fallen branches, and cars venturing here and there, we ambled a seemingly aimless route that returned us safely to the starting point after 3.5 miles. Coffeteria and breakfast followed at Waffle House. A not-quite-Kafkaesque Scramble, in the books!
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1ST & 10 at THE A1C – from Einstein
Rainy morning at the A1C this morning.
With the kick-off of the football season, the 1st & 10 routine, from the F3 Exicon, was the order of the day.
Warmup: all IC15x; toe touch, side staddle hops, arm circles, imperial walkers, neck rolls, hillbillies(country boys), hi-jack hi-jills, seal jacks
Thang: 1st & 10, using the upper deck parking garage parking stripes as our football field (a wet one at that)
1 merkin, 10 burpees, “sprint” to the end of the field, mosey back around, the ref (Bushwacker) moved up the chains…2 merkins, 9 burpees, sprint, move up…3 merkins, 8 burpees, sprint, move up,…etc.
Bushwacker – in the lead, still doing his referee duties, scored first, with the rest of the pax a minute or so behind.Next Thangs: with time to spare the pax did some Lieutenant Dans, lunging forward and backward, side shuffles, etc.
Mary: one minute of star stretches.
Cuz prayed us out.
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Ladder Leg Day – from Jose10k
YHC sent out the invite last night with the whiteboard of dread to the group. Manny was the only HIM to take the red pill with me. This morning’s workout was like being in a steamy jungle gym with a splash of fantasy football chatter and LSU pride. It was a ladder workout, again. I know, I am not a creative as Steve or Russo. I stick with the golden oldies, unless weâre talking about music. 10 reps of each exercise, followed by one lap between each round. We kicked things off with step downs then lunges that made us question why we ever left bed. Then, the monkey humpers made sure our neighbors were definitely wondering what on earth we were up to. Just when we thought it couldnât get weirder, dirkins and freak nasties cranked up the awkwardnessâand the sweat. Stone Mountains had us feeling like Rocky on those steps, but less “Eye of the Tiger” and more “Why is it so humid?!”
Burpees made an appearance, just to make sure we were sufficiently miserable, followed by American Hammers and big boy sit-ups that left us questioning our life choices. The run was supposed to be the cooldown, but with the humidity, it felt like swimming through a hot soup.
Meanwhile, the conversation ranged from debating which fantasy football picks would lead us to victory, to lamenting LSUâs recent ups and downs. All in all, it was a morning of pain, sweat, and football small talkâa perfect start to the day!
SYITG gentlemen.