A beautiful morning and the over 60/70 crew were the only ones out to enjoy it. An extended stretch regime and then the thang. Core and more core. More time in tension than rep count. 2 min crunches. 2 min planks leg lifts etc etc. Close with COT
Tag: Fletch
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Cold Deck at The A1C – from Einstein
Cold this morning on the deck of the parking garage at the A1C ~ 28 degrees.
WARMUP: all IC15x; toe touch, windmills, side staddle hops, arm circles, neck rolls(snap,crackle,pops),
shoulder rolls, butt kicks, high knees, book covers, single leg hip circles, etc.THANG: PAX of 4 – perfect for the deck-of-doom, each pax assigned a suit, performing reps as per the card value
Jose10K – clubs; plenty of merkins
Moby – hearts; mix of stretching
Fletch – diamonds; plenty of freak nasties
Einstein – spades; simple mix2 Jokers run a lap, and one minute of Rocky Balboas
Plenty of mumble chatter, resulting in overtime to finish the deck.
Froze fingers could not flip the cards easily, resulting in double overtime.Fletch prayed us out.
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Tabata 45/30 – from Mobydick
Overcast. And gloomy so under the canopy. Started with a stretchy torso twist toe touches side straddle hop and such the the thang. Very basic. Frogs. Squats Crunches Side straddle hop Merkins Toe touches and a lap which was lunges forward and back. Each for :45 with :30 rest. Not a killer routine but when done slowly and deep with form worked up a sweat. YHC is a bit sore as a result. That a good thing. COT and done
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Guess who’s back, back again…… – from Jose10k
Michael Jordan returned to the Bulls in 1995, Luke Skywalker returned as a Jedi, and dare I say it: The return of the Mack! All of these returns pale in comparison to the return of Darkwing Duck. He finally came back to the A1C. Trumpets blared loudly, confetti fell from the sky, a tear ran down Moby’s face. It was emotional.
The Thang: 10 merkins, 15 squats, 20 penguins 2 is 1. A ¼ mile run after each. RCR is in full swing. There were ruckers, runners, and conversationalists. COT. Thanks for letting me lead. -
Time in Tension – from Mobydick
I have been introduced to the concept of time in tension over reps. Lots of workout stress number of reps done real fast so we can brag about how many we do. When we do them real fast form goes out the window along with full extension, control and benefits of gravity resistance. After an extended stretching series the pax was challenge to a series of the usual merkins squats lunges sit-ups leg lifts plank etc only this time to a s l o w count if 6 down and a s l o w 6 count up. There were only 5 reps of each exercise but it took a minute or more to do each one. The 5th rep of a merkin or a plank done this way started to feel really long. End result more muscles got used. Control and form just happened and a pumped up feeling afterwards assured a real workout just happened in 30 minutes of tension time.
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Time in Tension – from Mobydick
I have been introduced to the concept of time in tension over reps. Lots of workout stress number of reps done real fast so we can brag about how many we do. When we do them real fast form goes out the window along with full extension, control and benefits of gravity resistance. After an extended stretching series the pax was challenge to a series of the usual merkins squats lunges sit-ups leg lifts plank etc only this time to a s l o w count if 6 down and a s l o w 6 count up. There were only 5 reps of each exercise but it took a minute or more to do each one. The 5th rep of a merkin or a plank done this way started to feel really long. End result more muscles got used. Control and form just happened and a pumped up feeling afterwards assured a real workout just happened in 30 minutes of tension time.
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Shooter Shuffle! – from BBQ
We did the usual old guys long and strong warm up. In Shooters honor we used coupons in the beat down. A deck of cards was used to pick the exercise and number of reps. Aces and face cards were all 10 reps. The 4 suits represented one exercise with the coupons. Chest press, overhead press, squats and windshield wipers over the coupon. We had a strong PAX and got thru the entire deck. Only one coupon broke by YHC. Name- arama and giving the FNG the F3 name “John Deere”. Prayers for those impacted by the CA fires, Bourbon St attack and BBQ’s brother Ned fighting pneumonia. Fletch prayed us out. It was an honor to lead these fine young men!
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Hot Sauce, Bushwhackers, and Catapults: A Wet and Wild Morning at the A1C – from Jose10k
So there I was, ready to tackle the day in a parking garage, wetter than a swimsuit calendar in monsoon season but warmer than yesterday’s frozen hellscape. Just as I was prepping for some solo misery at 5:14 AM, Fletch rolls in like a spicy savior, hot sauce in hand. This wasn’t just any hot sauce, though—it was Fletch’s special blend, the kind that burns twice, if you know what I mean. Naturally, I knew it had to go to Bushwhacker, the only guy who won’t whine about getting left out of the heat.
And just as I’m cursing the heavens for starting without him, who do we see rolling up in his signature white chariot? Bushwhacker himself, arriving late but still managing to make an entrance. Hot sauce exchange complete, we got to work.
Since it was January 10th and football is life, we honored the playoffs with a First-and-Ten special: a brutal round of 11s, featuring burpees and copperhead squats on opposite ends of the driest concrete we could find. Between sets, we experimented with various ways to move—sprinting, sidestepping, karaoke-style, bear crawling, and then, thanks to Bushwhacker’s brilliant idea, catapulting. Turns out, launching yourself repeatedly down a parking garage isn’t the best move unless you’re training for the Olympic Dizzy Decathlon. Three attempts in, Bushwhacker was down for the count, but hey, at least he left us all laughing.
We wrapped it up with a trip to the spa—aka, the driest spot for some Mary. We crunched through LBCs, flapped like penguins, and topped it off with the infamous wife pleasers (a crowd favorite for both fitness and innuendo).
By the end, I had to bounce, leaving the rest to round-robin their way through the last few minutes. COT brought it home, and I thanked the crew for letting me lead—a morning filled with sweat, spice, and more questionable decisions than a college frat party.
Remember: never catapult the length of a parking garage, but always show up with hot sauce.
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Hot Sauce, Bushwhackers, and Catapults: A Wet and Wild Morning at the A1C – from Jose10k
So there I was, ready to tackle the day in a parking garage, wetter than a swimsuit calendar in monsoon season but warmer than yesterday’s frozen hellscape. Just as I was prepping for some solo misery at 5:14 AM, Fletch rolls in like a spicy savior, hot sauce in hand. This wasn’t just any hot sauce, though—it was Fletch’s special blend, the kind that burns twice, if you know what I mean. Naturally, I knew it had to go to Bushwhacker, the only guy who won’t whine about getting left out of the heat.
And just as I’m cursing the heavens for starting without him, who do we see rolling up in his signature white chariot? Bushwhacker himself, arriving late but still managing to make an entrance. Hot sauce exchange complete, we got to work.
Since it was January 10th and football is life, we honored the playoffs with a First-and-Ten special: a brutal round of 11s, featuring burpees and copperhead squats on opposite ends of the driest concrete we could find. Between sets, we experimented with various ways to move—sprinting, sidestepping, karaoke-style, bear crawling, and then, thanks to Bushwhacker’s brilliant idea, catapulting. Turns out, launching yourself repeatedly down a parking garage isn’t the best move unless you’re training for the Olympic Dizzy Decathlon. Three attempts in, Bushwhacker was down for the count, but hey, at least he left us all laughing.
We wrapped it up with a trip to the spa—aka, the driest spot for some Mary. We crunched through LBCs, flapped like penguins, and topped it off with the infamous wife pleasers (a crowd favorite for both fitness and innuendo).
By the end, I had to bounce, leaving the rest to round-robin their way through the last few minutes. COT brought it home, and I thanked the crew for letting me lead—a morning filled with sweat, spice, and more questionable decisions than a college frat party.
Remember: never catapult the length of a parking garage, but always show up with hot sauce.
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Let’s start this party with a bang – from Jose10k
A bunch of gentlemen got together this morning to finally put forth an epic beatdown worthy of the first day of 2025. Bushwhacker was first up, it was Round Robin style, and of course Bushwhacker started off giving a wonderful description of his beatdown. The detailed, thought out approach was mesmerizing. His intensity is legendary, however, Ten minutes later, he just simply called out 100-100s and he was done. Next up was Bird. Bird gave us his infamous yoga workout, which was unbelievably increasingly difficult. Stretches, handstands, where he walked around with three people on both of his feet while he was handstanding on one arm. Epic. Akbar kept it simple: 3 rounds of Stone Mountains increasing by 5 up the street, then decreasing by 5 back down. Grundy was up next. That’s when he brought out 2 100 pound sandbags and a spear. We each took turns trying to hit the unlucky man carrying the sandbags with the spear. Luckily, no one could hit the broad side of a barn. But we did hear Grundy yell “ If you think you want to quit, don’t quit! JV was grumble grumble, but more pissed about the pace for next years turkey trot. Next up was Einstein with Star Jacks and the. Norwegian speed skater workout. we hate him for that. Next up was Fledge with hot sauce. We always enjoy the hot sauce, it’s good stuff. BBQ was up with some, uh, Al Gore Thorough Goods, and a cadence that was very, very questionable. And of course, there was Hammer, and Hammer simply said, let’s do burpees, while giving us random 80s and 90s pop culture trivia. Shooter had donkey kicks. Hate donkey kicks. And those damn dice and jump rope. Ken from Humana will beat you down, but get you a great deal on healthcare with his own personal birthday celebrations. Shooter than called out for Steve to go next. Steve with his Bulgarian Split Squats and his cracking burpees. I’m so sick of those, Steve. The next person up on the list, well, it was Moby. Oh, Moby and that damn chain. I’m so sick of that chain. But at 74, soon to be 75, I guess he can do whatever the hell he wants. Zoolander was next up, and he doesn’t have a signature exercise, but god dang, does he not just look dapper. He was wearing those iconic aviator sunglasses and the feathered hair just in a perfect form. It’s epic. Waterpik and his perfect squats. Perfect form, and then a nice, you know, three-mile jog to warm us all up. And then while we’re doing all that, my nephew Speedy comes around the corner after running 15 miles with a four-minute, three-thirty-second pace. And then there was somebody going, huh? And that was Frank from Rommel trying to wrestle Russo down to the ground to try to convince him that Forrest Gump was the greatest movie ever made. All Russo wanted to do was a round of “Never have I ever” , and I’m still not convinced of the rules. While that was going on, Cowbell ran by on mile six of his jog this morning. We all then did our best Christopher Walken impression. All in all, none of this actually happened because Moby and I were the only two stupid idiots to get up on New Year’s Day. But I included all the gentlemen I could possibly think of to summarize the 2024 F3 beatdowns that I’ve grown to love and hate. But just wanted to give shout outs to people that if you made the list, you had of great importance to me. And if you did not mention you, I’ll just honest with you, I’m delirious on about 3 hours of sleep. SYITG
