With another year in the books the YHC arrived at the Scramble on his birthday Q. To no surprise the regulars, with the exception of one Bushwacker 🤔decided to post and celebrate in the festivities. Jumped into a short warmup before we embarked on our standard Scramble route.. Warmup 15 …
Home is the place where, when you have to go there they have to take you in. -Robert Frost So Thursday at the scramble there was no Ocho. Other than that, I don’t remember too many specifics. Now I know why there’s a lot of back blasts that never get …
6 pax met up at the mandeville TH to celebrate good ol’ Steve’s last workout until October. The thang: warm up on the stage with a series of scapular stability exercises to counteract the plethora of merkins some of the pax have been pounding out. mosey through the woods to …
“If a path be beautiful, ask not where it leads.” -Anatole France What can I say? We met, we warmed up, we ran, we exercised. We did quite a few merkins throughout the run. Oh, and it was a cool yet typically humid morning on the northshore of Lake Pontchartrain …
The Scramble began with upper 70s and what felt like 100 percent humidity. One could break a sweat by merely walking to the flag. With YHC in pursuit of the ISI challenge for the month, profuse sweating should count for .1 or .2 maybe in the ever tight race between …
The Scramble proved this YHC wrong on this Gloom. As I awoke this morning thoughts came over me knowing that a few of the regulars (Steve/Waterpic) would not be posting. I began wondering if it would be a solo post of sorts. Those thoughts were quickly erased with the revival …
QIC set the alarm a little early with a prethang run in mind to Grandmothers house. Along the way a creeping SUV pulls along side throwing up a wave, which quickly brought back flashbacks of my youth when one could have mistaken the slow creep for some type of turf …
“Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.” -Jerry Seinfeld 10 pax met up Saturday morning for a nice beat down on the lakefront. Yada, yada,yada… Prethang 6:10-6:30 mosey west and back to shovel flag… the thang: warm-up: SSH, mt. Climbers, IW x 20 IC mosey to …
YHC had a sneaking suspicion when I opened my eyes that my wake-up window for making the scramble had already started closing, rather than opening with the sounding of my alarm at any moment. I had to pee and I was wide awake – my body was screaming at me …
These days, it sure doesn’t feel like YHC was born to run. Mosey, maybe. But run? And run with sprinting? No, no, no… not with the post-Classic staleness I’ve been battling. Of course, that’s the thing about F3 – the exercises you despise… well, they somehow, in some twisted way, …
