Arriving in the usual oblivious fashion…without concern for who the Q might be and what we might be doing. A little chatter among the few there, then a couple more…and then with but a minute until start time Catfish shows up…”Well, since no one stepped up I guess I’ll take the Q. And before I could even think about it I blurted out…”OK, Illbtake it!” Whether we’ll admit it or not, none of us really wanted a Catfishing.
The rest is history….
Quick disclaimer/Warm up at the Peristyle/head to the park area along City Park Ave. Dips, Step-ups, Incline Merkins, Bear Crawl on Train tracks, Mini Dora, Mosey to Esplanade, Ring of Fire, Mosey Dow City Park Ave back to the flag with a few stops along the way.
Thanks to the Pax for humoring me for an hour on a beautiful Saturday morning.
Tag: Bogey
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Catfish? I’ll take it. – from Bogey
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Up and Over the Hill – from Pool Boy
5:30 Quick disclaimer and Head to the rock pile.
Warmups consisted of
Grass grabbers
Abe Vigodas
Burpees
Imperial Walkers
Arms CirclesGrab a round and mosey to the hill.
11’s consisting of curls and overhead press.
After completion, bear crawl up and down hill. Some confusion but all finished.. I think.Head to the pavilion.
Series of exercises consisting of PAX choice such as
Flutter Kicks
Curls
Burpees
Overhead press
Merkins
Dips
We tried to finish with Indian walk via Bear Crawl but epic fail.
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The Uncertainty Principle – from Heisenberg
YHC arrived at the mothership, the back of my SUV brimming with various. Bogey was there, stretching limbs that maybe wished they were still in bed. Then came Tool, followed closely by Squints, Bongo, and finally Smooth, who lived up to his name, arriving with the elegance of a gazelle. I was hoping for a larger turnout since the plan required splitting the PAX into two teams. Fortunately, Cheesesteak, Vagabond, Fracsac, and Catfish also joined, rounding out the group. Bongo quipped about expecting less running since YHC was leading, but the day’s agenda did include a fair amount of running, though others ended up running more than Bongo.
Following a lackluster disclaimer, as Bogey pointed out, we headed to the Peristyle for our warmup. We circled up and did grass grabbers, windmills, imperial walkers, side straddle hops, and 10 burpees, all in cadence. Afterwards, we went back to my SUV to grab our gear.
We retrieved our tools for the day: the 60-pound sandbag (lovingly referred to as Sandy), an 80-pound sand medicine ball, an assortment of jump ropes, egg weights, a bisected bosa ball that became an object of anatomical humor, a frisbee, a lightsaber (because why not?), a speaker, and the pivotal red die. We took everything to the edge of the great lawn, where we divided into two teams by counting off in alternating “1”s and “2”s, which took a few tries to get right.
Group 1 started with tabata stations on the great lawn while Group 2 began their runs to the bridge by Café du Monde, based on the roll of the die. The tabata exercises included pushups on the bosa ball, deadlifting the heavy sand medicine ball, speed jump roping, burpees with the lighter sandbag, shadowboxing with egg weights, and using the heavy jump rope. The runs were determined by the die: rolls of 1 or 2 meant one trip, 3 or 4 meant two, and 5 or 6 meant three. The goal was to keep the runners’ duration secret from the tabata group, but this rule was frequently broken.
The roles switched after the runners completed their laps, with the tabata group rolling the die and setting off on their runs. There were suspicions that Group 2 might have rerolled a few times, hoping for lower numbers. As time ran short we stopped the rotation with Group 2 getting an extra turn running. YHC called for a round of core exercises—big boy situps, flutter kicks, and American hammers—and threw in an early “recover,” which was met with some groans and hesitations.
We concluded back at the flag where courtesy of Heisenberg — not the meth cook from TV or YHC, but the physicist. I tied in today’s workout with a physics lesson about Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle from quantum mechanics. It states that in quantum mechanics there is a limit to the accuracy with which certain pairs of physical properties, such as position and momentum, can be simultaneously known. In other words, the more accurately one property is measured, the less accurately the other property can be known. So you were either doing tabata (fixed position) and uncertain about the runners (momentum) or you were running (momentum) and uncertain about what was happening in the fixed position group.
We ended with a Circle of Trust, giving thanks for the day’s efforts and for all the “boobs” in our lives.
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9: For/19 – from Bolt
YHC pre-blasted a call for HC the night before as the plan was developing to gauge headcount and in true F3NOLA fashion there’s was minimal response so it was pleasantly surprising to see the mid-field circle grow to 10 pax as the warmorama began with our much beloved theme song (I know Frac secretly has it on “repeat” as he drives to work his 2, soon to be 3 days a week–COMPLIANCE!).
Abe SLOWgodas, SSH, seal/OH claps, tie fighters, self love, mosey to playground to complete warm ups with Morning Calls. Mosey to the rock pile advising pax to select a medium rock they could do lots of reps with, where YHC laid out IN CLEAR DETAIL, that we would do 9 (on 4/19, where’s Rudy when I need him!?) consecutive exercises of 25 reps each OYO and as you finished either plank or SSH on the six.
OH press
Squats
Big boys
Curls
Lunges
American Hammers
Tricep press
Calf raises
Manmakers
The mumblechatter was considerable and distracted the pax from executing properly because after going through the entire list of 9 YHC reiterated the first three as we began to kick us off and announced I’d call them out as we progressed. Some nameless pax (KB/Mr R) were planking after the first 75 reps which created confusion for other pax and elevated the mumblechatter—must get back on the rails. We continued through the next six exercises without much incident and considerably less mumblechatter, especially as the final task of 25 man-makers loomed large (grunts replaced words—success). Round two each pax was issued one of the same nine exercises and led the circle of pax in cadence then the next pax so all 9 are done without stopping: 1 rep each, which Bogey took issue with as not being worth it and also complained about the getting down/up which (was BY DESIGN); along the way we learned Mr. Rogers was never given the you tube link for counting cadence. Subsequent rounds were 2 then 5 then 10 reps per exercise before the next pax led in cadence with slight pauses between rounds to catch our breath.
Next was 5 minute EMOM of what else—10 burpees! This is when Bogey decided to use the burpee rule thinking he was gaming the system yet he simply added more burpees to the count. We finished with protractors. -
Even the Q Get’s Confused – from Architect
Began the week on the right, or left foot. Q’s confusion began early in warm-ups and continued through the workout. In the end, a solid beat down was delivered.
Disclaimers given
Warmarama
Rocks gathered
Group enjoyed “7 Minutes in Heaven”
PAX pushed through various rounds of movements and short runs/rock carries.
COT commencedHappy Monday!
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Not meant to be a joke….the plan “easy” it was the partnered effort that made it challenging – from Mahatma
April 1 2024 70deg and it’s Rock City. YHC had his black box, playlist ready and a game plan….. Disclaimer given we headed to the field. Tenderloin hit the track to his standard routine so that gave us 9 no what a minute a late undecided 10th arrival; is he a Rucker, Knoter or interested in joining the pack? No amount of camaraderie coaxing could draw the 10th so off he drifted to wonder with out any real plan yet in his mind showing up was 1/2 the battle and a sure win.
During the warm up the 8 were instructed to choose a partner, who was choosing who? Bogey Elgapo Rudy Architect vagabond PoolBoy
Well it worked out and YHC ended up with some 49er from the hills of AR.
Instructions: start with Red Barchetta (for those that know: know 100 SSH, 75 BBS, 50 Squats (Looking at Hawg either I shorted 10 or his youthfulness was just showing off) 25 Hand slap merkins, 10 Burpees
Then straight to the bleachers for the stair snake upon completion run to the start 10 Burpees
Then hit the field for a partner bear crawl push swapping 1/2 way.
Once done head to the goal line where Hawg lead Mary until the 6 showed up.With that complete we met at some random spot on the track where we were going to run partnered 200s – Rudy was showing his smarts and pointed out to the Q that we had to move to the middle of the track to keep it fair.
With a total mile complete we did a little
Mary: 3 rounds of something then off to the pull up bars for 3 rounds of 3 with 5 Merkins between each round.Then line up at the track Bernie Sanders back to the start – several of the Yutes took off to push the pack.
Finished with another round of Mary and a few April Fools promises of it being the last round.
COT – with a little bit of passionate prayer for male leadership.
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The non 10K – from Fracsac
YHC has been nursing a foot injury back to health, so CCC10k was out of the question. Lucky for YHC 4 other pax passed on the run as well.
A little challenging to get into the park, but it worked out.
Disclaimer given then mosey to the peristyle for a regular warmup. Lots of confused runners parked trying to figure out how to get to buses.
Move to great lawn and do some Jack Webbs.
Did BLIMPS on the corners of the great lawn with bear crawls on the short lengths.
Handed off to Thumb War and that included a trip to the fountain to grab some rocks. Made our way to Pop Bandstand for some coupon work. We saw curls, OH press, Sumo squats and Thrusters.
Squints took the helm and brought a round of Mary and some inch worms with ‘mericans that had the pax gasping for air.
Return the rocks and head to COT. Wait, there’s a minute left so 10 burpees IC.
CoT followed by coffeteria
SYITG
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Honoring a Fallen Hero on Spy Wednesday – from Mayhem
Disclaimer given to a party of 4, then 6, then HG arrived during warmarama giving us 7 to celebrate and remember… and Tenderloin
Mosey to the parking lot
AV, GG, PPP, MC, CC (Crab Cakes, a favorite of YHC)
Then some arm stuff- AC, RAC, SC, OC, SLMosey to the stands
Site Q (@Mr. Rogers) has called for El Diablo this year to remember Fallen Heros
We honored U.S. Army Staff Sgt. Edwardo Loredo with the Loredo workout
He was killed 6/24/10The Thang:
Rd1, Rd3, Rd5-
24 squats
24 merkins
24 lunges
400 meter runRd2, Rd4, Rd6-
24 Bobby Hurley
24 merkins
24 Bonnie Blair
400 meter runSix rounds = 6th month of his passing
24 reps = 24th of the monthEnded with some Mary-
Flutter kicks, x-factor, crunchy frog, protractor (and maybe one more?)COT
Welcome back Sanbro
Prayers for WP’s daughter and Tenderloin’s Glenda who “caught the dementia”Today is Spy Wednesday, so with the Holy Tridium upon us, remember the reason for the season
Thanks for letting me lead on my birthday. SYITG.
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The FNG – from Hawgcycle
Fracsac noticed the FNG as he walked up to the flag this morning. Something wasn’t quite right. He looked to be in his 30s, muscular build, slicked back hair, calm demeanor. Frac gave a knowing glance to Mahatma. Mahatma nodded back. They both looked to Rudy, putting him into action. When I walked up Rudy was standing by the FNG, making small talk, gathering intel. He made sure I knew what was happening:
“We have an FNG today Hawg.”
I walked over to greet him: “Nice to meet you, I’m Craig.”
“I’m Justin,” he replied.
I turned to the group: “Alright, let’s get started,” I said. “A few more people than I was expecting.”
The group understood what I was telling them – we have an FNG today and the F may not stand for Friendly. Everyone that is, except for Bogey. I could tell it was totally lost on him. That’s okay, the guys had recently had a training exercise called the Old Metairie Mosey where they learned how to take care of Bogey and keep him out of trouble. In the past I might have considered having Snooze put him in a sleeper hold and throw him in the trunk of Rudy’s Mini Cooper while the rest of us mosey to the warm-up. Not necessary today. We were prepared to handle the FNG and Bogey.
We moseyed to the warm-up spot: SSH x 25, IW x 25, LSS x 20, Tempo Merks x 15, LBC x 20, Superman x 10, Superman to Boat x 3. At this point some of the guys were getting a little nervous. Thumb War asked if I was making that exercise up. This was his way of asking if I had a plan for what might go down today. I assured him that we were all well-prepared.
“No Thumb War, we’ve been doing that exercise for a long time. It’s an oldie, but a goodie.”
Thumb War started to settle down a little. We then finished the warm-up with a 10! Progression of Merkins, Squats, and Big Boi Sit-Ups. After finishing the FNG broke his silence.He smiled and said “that was a good one.”
He was calm, breathing normally. This might be tougher than we thought.
We moseyed to the Tool Wall where we did Calf Raises x 25, Squats x 20 Left Leg Calf Raises x 16 and Right Leg Calf Raises x 16. Then to the Little Foundry.
On the mosey to the Little Foundry, Catfish pulled up beside me.“I’ve worn out my flip flops, but I don’t plan on losing one today. You know what I am saying.”
The brand of flip flops Catfish and I wear are Locals. I knew what he was saying.
“I hear you.” I replied.
“I plan on protecting my flip flops at any cost. You get my drift?”
“Yes. I understand.” I replied.
“I’m not going to let any foreign objects destroy them. Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?”
“Yes, Catfish. I get it.”
“The flip flops we wear are Locals. You understand what I really mean when I say flip-flops, right?”
“Yes….”
“So if I have trouble with my flip-flops, you can help me protect them, right?”
“Don’t worry. I got you.”
“Sorry, I have to ask, you understand I’m not really worried about my flip-flops, right?”
At this point, I decided to set his mind at ease. “When we get to the Little Foundry, we will pair up. You take the FNG.”
“Pair up? Are we still talking about my flip-flops?”
“…”
At the Little Foundry we paired up. Catfish was with the FNG. Still slightly confused he kept taking off his flip-flops, matching them together and then putting them back on his feet. We did two rounds of six stations EMOM: Burpees x 15, Dips x 25, Pull-ups x 15, Box Jumps x 20, Dips x 20, Pull-ups x 15.
The FNG was unfazed.
As we moseyed to the track he started in with the questions. He wasn’t very subtle.
“So you all have been doing F3 for about 10 years?”…”Are you all originals?”…etc.
Our suspicions were being confirmed. Frac called for Cheesesteak to meet us at the track.
At the track I let everyone know they needed to keep their pairs. “I’ve got them on my feet!” yelled out Catfish.“Not what I’m….Okeedookie.” I said.
One Pax sprinted a 200 while the other jogged across the infield to meet him. I paired up with Cheesesteak and told him to go first with Catfish. That allowed me to keep an eye on the FNG. Cheeseteak and Catfish were the first to finish the 200. Catfish tagged the FNG about 15 feet ahead of Cheeseteak tagging me. I was hoping Catfish would have taken a notch off so that I could have started with the FNG, but I think he was still thinking about his flip-flops. Nevertheless, I was prepared to run as hard as I needed to keep up with the FNG. I caught him before the first curve. What was he doing? He knows I am trying to keep an eye on him? My momentum carried me past him. He’s smarter than I thought. He knows how fit I am. I can’t run that slow. I finished my 200 about 20 meters ahead of him. Luckily Catfish made up the distance and the FNG and I always started at nearly the same time. However, I couldn’t help but smoke him each time. It’s a weakness. I’m too fast.
We completed a mile and circled up on the infield for some Mary: Crunchy Frog x 15, Wife Pleasers x 10, Nolan Ryans x 10 on each side (message sent loud and clear), Dying Cockroaches x 15
We moseyed back to the flag for the COT. Here we go…..
El Guapo kicked us of with Count-o-rama, followed by Name-o-rama. It was time to signal to the group my assessment. I asked the FNG to step to the middle. Right on cue Frac pointed out that I had not announced my self in Name-o-rama. We had everyone’s attention.
“Craig Parten, Hawgcycle, 47.”
Mahatma called out. “Liar, you aren’t 47!”
Our message to the pax was that no one can be trusted. We have a liar in our midst and he is about to be outed.
“You’re right,” I replied with a smile. “I’m a liar. Justin, step to the middle. Tells us about yourself.”
At this point the FNG steps to the center and starts to talk about how he is from Virgina, how he is in town on a vacation, how his Uncle told him about F3.
“What is your uncle’s name?” asked Squints.
“Sam,” came the reply. He clearly thinks we are idiots.
The FNG continued to rattle on about his family, his dogs, how he loves to workout, etc.
Frac had heard enough. He took a step forward. We all did the same. “Why don’t you tell us who you really are.” We all took one more step forward, closing in on the FNG.
What happened next is classified by the U.S. Government.
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80s Music and Burpees – from Rudy
twas going to be a slopping post-rain morning in Pontiff, so YHC decided we’d head straight to the Pavillion. After saying good bye to our walkers and KoTers, the 8 PAX grabbed a rock and moseyed.
Bogey and Fast Tax in particular seemed to enjoy a collection of 70s and 80s tunes. So we’ll use that as the Sound Track for Tabata.
10 sets, 45 seconds on 15 second off. 4 Arms, 4 Abs, 2 Legs.
Then head to the parking lot for 25 yd out-and-back sprint, 5 burpees then SSH for the 6. Repeat x4.
Back to the Pavillion to repeat a round of Tabata. Then back to the Parking lot to repeat the burpee sprints.
Back to the flag, via the Rock Pile sending our implements into splash-down mode in the swamp.
At the flag, many prayers for health and comfort to those who are sick and suffering.
