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Okwata Draft Day

We had a beautiful Okwata windy morning for the PAX of 10.    The rain held off.  Today is NFL draft day, and the only number YHC can think about is 11. Now for the thang: The PAX moseyed around the fountain and then circled up for the warm-up: SSH 25xIC, …

A Hidden Tribe of Super Athletes and the Greatest 610 Stomp The World Has Ever Seen

The Natives gathered in the gloom awaiting the arrival of  El Caballo Blanco.  In true Islenos fashion, he rolls in hot just after the disclaimer and instructions had been given.  The natives were excited at his arrival, believing he would provide the beacon of light they needed to reach the …

The Passover

On a Friday morning with perfect temps and dry conditions, we started on what I hoped would be the greatest, most spiritual F3 workout of all time. It was time for Rev Sox to emphasize the Rev in his name and throw imprecatory curses on the Sox. To give this …

Why six was afraid of seven

So several years ago, YHC’s 2.0 asked him why six was afraid of seven? Because seven eight (ate) nine.  I still laugh at the thought of this seven-year old’s joke, which I suspect to be Sacred Heart lore that perhaps originated from Hawg’s days there many moons ago.  Anyway, with …

A Dirty Dozen at Okwata

The Pax enjoyed another cool, albeit windy, morning at the Okwata AO.  Before long, the gloom will be filled with thick and humid air, so 12 Pax posted to take advantage of it.  YHC pulled up to the AO and was surprised to see our F3 Flag, which could only …