Tag: Hogs Breath

  • Singular Peer Pressure – from Hogs Breath

    I showed up at 5:29 AM. Not another soul around and thinking that anytime the Q, Pass Interference, would show up. So I jumped out and quickly planted the shovel flag. Alas, no Pass Interference showed, just as I was considering rolling the shovel flag up and hopping back in and driving away. I looked up at the Bayou front and what did my wandering eyes see? A houseboat with two males sitting, staring back at me. Even though I was all alone, I felt the peer pressure to represent. F3 could not let a chance to EH go by.
    The warm up :
    nothing crazy some SSH, good mornings, world‘s, greatest stretch, etc.

    Coming up on The Thang, it was relatively simple. I looked at an old backblast I had in my phone’s notepad, and did an exercise followed by a lap on the circle loop. Then back to the shovel flag for another exercise.
    v-ups, break dance merkins, pull ups, ya know, stuff like that!
    I continued this manner for 35 minutes. I was hoping to be able to EH the two males on the houseboat, however, when I approach the houseboat, they quickly jumped inside. So, although it might not have been from a HIM the peer pressure did get to me, and I had to perform a Beatdown for a small audience.

    And since it was just me, I have a Coffeteria back at the house!

  • Ta-Battle! OR Hog’s Breath’s Eye Glasses Match His Birthday Suit – from Bushwacker

    The idea was there, but planning and fleshing out said idea was left ‘til last minute. Assuming the best case scenario, QIC anticipated 7 PAX. Hog’s Breath was a HC because of a meeting, Russo was an HC because, well, it’s Russo. The rest? Eh. Anyhoo, the appropriate fleshing out involved a plethora of coupons and so it went…

    WARMORAMA

    Several exercises that provided dynamic stretching of muscles necessary to perform scheduled primary exercises of the planned beatdown were carried out, all IC x10.

    THANG

    Q set up ( with welcomed help from the TWO F3 brothers present) 6 stations to revolve around during a fun-filled Tabata, including Stretch Band for Curls, Jump Rope, Tire Flip, Battle Rope, 45lb Plate for Prisoner Carry, plus stairs. 20 minutes in, Hog’s Breath arrived like a nitrogen based explosive, hitting the ropes like he was propelling a Higgins boat in a storming by of the beaches of Pontachartrain! He claimed to be going over a presentation (possibly in just his reading glasses and socks?) when he realized the time and bolted. Meanwhile, YHC had an eclectic running playlist providing motivation, entertainment, and confusion? La la la la la di da

    MARY

    A series of exercises providing a physiological strain to core muscles were performed IC.

    You guys don’t know what you’re missing at Grandmother’s House. On site and in the area are opportunities for challenging and enjoyable beatdowns. It’s geographically well-located and long-standing. It just needs more HIM to make it worth the effort the few regulars put in, and for down-rangers to post. We all love this thing we have, our thing (la cosa nostra;) The more consistently we feed it the stronger it will grow. YHC’s time is dwindling, but F3 will always be my medicine!

    Humble thanks!

  • The artist formally known as “Jose10k” – from Jose10k

    I arrived to the A1C, driving through a downpour of rain, ready to work out. The skies opened up and cleared. I got out of my car and began warming up when my partner in crime, Moby, arrived. Now Moby, in a second life, was Bob Breck. He informed us of the incoming storms, so we went down to the second level to get out of the way of the storms that never did show up. I offered an olive branch to the notorious Russo. An offer of a truce, to get together and work out the differences between the splash pad and the A1C. Russo scoffed at me, and I believe pulled a Sampson towards me by “biting his thumb at me” So, the rumble is still on.
    We need to continue training for the cage match with the rowdy group from the splash pad. I don’t know if it’s at the level of the greasers vs socs rumble, the sharks vs the jets, the hatfields vs the mccoys, maybe even to the level of tom vs jerry. The talking is getting serious, so the training must get more intense. I heard that the splash pad was using the ancient teaching of Miyagi Do karate: wax on, wax off, paint the fence, sand the floors…, so we at the A1C knew how serious these gents were. We knew where we had to get our training from: the only practical source of knowledge of men our ages: 80s movies. Should we practice kicking banana trees like JVD in Kickboxer, running up snow covered mountains, splitting firewood a la Rocky Balboa in Rocky IV, or maybe increasing our cardio with some giant piano dancing like Tom Hanks did in Big? Perhaps even bring in bicycles to train like they did in RAD. Too many to choose from for just one beat down, and plus, did I forget to mention, I am leaving tomorrow to fly to the Caribbean to get married. I am not crushing myself this morning. I will save those epic training sessions when I get back, so hold onto your butts…
    Warm-up: ssh, torso twists, self love, windmills, grass grabbers, arm circles, hi jack, hey jills,
    Beginning: bruno mars think I’m gonna marry you, simple concept, ssh for the song, drop for a burpee each time the word Marry is sung.
    I promised Katie that I wouldn’t kill myself, so I kept it simple. 4 corners, 10 merkins, 15 squats, 20 big boy situps at each corner. Bear crawl the width, back peddle the length halfway, turn and sprint the rest. After that, round robin tabata, 45 seconds on , 15 second rest. The conversations were excellent as always. Including retirement, job opportunities, and of course, 80s classic movies. Including the hilarious Grumpier Old Men, National Lampoons, and of course, Kickboxer.

    COT, mention of the Inferno tomorrow, Hammer prayed us out. Everyone have safe travels, have great celebrations with your family and friends, and I will see you on the other side Ray. The next time I see y’all, I will be a happily married man. SYITG!

  • God of Thunder, before the thunder – from Hogs Breath

    YHC arrived at 5:21, nine whole minutes before the beatdown. Already three cars were waiting, including an FNG! After planting the flag, another car arrived with two FNGs. Ominous clouds appeared overhead, but the rain (and thunder) did hold off for our beatdown, instead we had muggy 71* weather.

    Disclaimer: given

    The Warm Up: some sets of 10, IC windmills, IC imperial walkers, IC toy soldiers, IC copperhead squats, etc.

    The Thang: After moseying to grab some coupons, and some mumble-chatter about the ‘largest rock’ we took a page from Chris Hemsworth during his preparation for the latest Thor movie.
    10 Curls for the girls
    10 OH presses
    10 Tricep extensions
    10 Squats
    10 IC weight twists
    10 bent over rows
    10 Chest presses

    Followed by a lap around the circular sidewalk at your own pace. Than plank or Al Gore while waiting for the 6. Lather, rinse and repeat for 5 rounds.
    After dropping off the coupons we had about 3 minutes of Mary.

    COT
    We names FNGs; Bumper (names after an embarrassing high school accident), Howdy Doody (A displaced Texan who owns a doggy pooper scooper business), and Lucky Dog (a fresh-up-and-comer who survived a bad car crash).

    Announcements of the Fury beatdown and some local beatdown locations.

  • I did some stuff – from Hogs Breath

    YHC had a cup of coffee, and check the weather at the house. 27*
    As yhc sipped delicious bean juice, the texts came rolling in “27* is too cold for me!” “Sorry I slept bad, gonna fly” and “I have the kids this am can’t make it”
    So YHC showed up about 8 mins early….and no one else arrived!
    So I got out, did some stuff, and then left!

    Better luck next Monday!!!

  • Happy St.Patrick’s day 2023 – from Jose10k

    What a fine morning to celebrate St. Patty’s day. Of course there was a warm-up, of course there was music (Irish Celtic Rock), and of course Moby was there too. I mean, he and I are preparing for a cage match against Russo and the Pelican. I like our odds.

    There once was a fellow O’Doole, Who found little red spots on his tool, His Doctor a cynic said Get out of me clinic, And wipe off that lipstick you fool!
    THANG ONE
    4 LEAF CLOVER
    4 corners with 5 burpees each, bear crawl the short lengths, back peddle the long portions

    There was a young lady named Bright, who traveled much faster than light. She set out one day in a relative way, and came back the previous night

    THANG TWO SHAMROCK RUN
    Exercises:
    Squats x 20
    Hand-Release Merkins x 20
    Air Presses x 15 IC
    McParker Peters x 15 IC
    Reverse Crunches x 20 (Rocky Balboas alternative)
    O’Lunges x 15/leg
    Carolina Dry Docks x 20
    Kangaroo Kicks x 15/leg

    There was a young man from Savannah Who died in a curious manner, He whittled a hole In a telephone pole, And there…electrified his banana

    THANG THREE: Celebrations has gone too far
    Drunk from drinking too many Guinesses: Nolan Ryans 20IC
    Arrive home to the misses: Wife Pleasers: 20 IC
    She declines your advances, so you decide to hump the monkey: Monkey Humpers: 20 IC
    She gets impressed with your form, so she invites you back in: Pickle Pushers 20 IC

    : There once was a nympho named Jill who tried dynamite for a thrill. They found her vagina in North Carolina and bits of her boobs in Brazil

    Finish up with some round robin Mary: leg lifts, squats, calf raises, LBC’s, Al Gore Thorougoods, Rosalitas
    COT: extra thoughts for the runners of the endurothon, Happy Hour in Slidell to come. Akbar prayed us out. Afterwards, the group reflected on how important F3 is to them, and how grateful they are to be a part of it. Each aspect has it’s importance. It was an honor to lead y’all, and the limericks I have written are much cleaner than the ones BBQ told us. Happy St. Patty’s day to you all. SYITG

    A pirate, history relates, Was scuffling with some of his mates, When he slipped on a cutlass Which rendered him nutless, And practically useless on dates

  • The Nightmare “After” Christmas – from Grundy

    Twas 14 nights AFTER Christmas, and though a baby delayed, the Nightmare debt from ’22 was repaid.

    This workout tests one’s fortitude, for none participating can hope to elude; the pain derived from such a foolish endeavor, the fullness of which takes days to discover. Every inch of your back will ache once you’re through, your shoulders destroyed, and your core won’t work too. And what, might you ask, is the reward for this pain? A $5 beer from the man you “disdain”.

    This year was Hogs breath, Jose, and JV. The lone first-timer True Coat and your host, Grundy

    What we completed can be hard to comprehend, here’s the list of what we did by the end…

    150 burpees
    2 miles of running
    150 man-makers
    2 miles of rucking
    100 Merkins
    100 Sit-ups
    100 Squats
    100 4 count SSHs
    100 4 count mountain climbers
    100 4 count flutter kicks
    100 Ruck Presses
    100 2 count Ruck twists (American Hammers)
    100 Ruck Pull Throughs

    Jose intensified this workout yet again; it makes me think that when he’s cut, he pours on it cayenne. In years past Jose ran miles beforehand, this year he did burpees on his knuckles, drawing pity for his poor hands. And yet, it’s just another crazy thing he’s done throughout the years; Jose’s intensity has always earned respect from his F3 peers.

    True Coat hails from the state of Minnesota, he smiles so often that you may think he does so to fill a quota. He squats deeper than most and always seems to do things the right way; every workout puts his grit, strength, and character on display. I feel that True Coat’s shown what working hard in life will getcha; respect, friendships, and the only right way to say “You betcha!”

    Hogs Breath shared a tale from when away in a foreign land, a tale that I’ll keep cryptic here (once you’re older I can expand). To keep it rated G, I’ll share it like the story of the Grinch, a task one might find difficult, I can manage in a cinch. So “what was the tale?” Well, in F3 circles they will say – that the Hogs breath’s small “heart” grew three sizes when away.

    JV’s future might take off literally to the sky, and if he’s ever “top gun” someday, I won’t need to wonder why. The ‘Stache we’ve seen before from him allows one of two careers, let’s pray to God he flies a plane, the other would make moms tear. But looks aside, the reason he’ll “land” in places one would envy, is that when you need a friend (or help), you can always count on JV.

    The pain is high, and the reward seems lacking, but most who were there knew what they were attacking. The men (minus True Coat) knew what was in store, for all had completed this workout before. So, if you’ve never done this workout, please add it to your wish list, for all finishers come to love the Nightmare “After” Christmas.

    See you all in December of 23’!
    Grundy

  • Chilly Deck o’ Death – from Hogs Breath

    A chilly day after the Mardi Gras parades. While the skies were clear, the temps were low in the 40*s. As the street sweepers began, two pax’s began their beatdown.

    The warmup was anything that got us moving. SSH, toy soldiers, butt kicks and high knees.

    The thing

    Simply turned over a card from the Deck of Death and the second card was the ‘multiplier’.
    After performing 48 IC Rosalitas, YHC decided to modify…. If the second card was less than 5, we’d multiply. If the second card was greater than 5 we’d add.

    Some great mumble chatter was had by all!

    Ended with COT and Coffeteria

  • Can anyone count? – from Jose10k

    It was a wet, dreary morning at the A1C. YHC was happy to see BBQ drive up the ramp. It’s been awhile since he posted, and he always brings the energy. Moby arrived next, then Hogsbreathe was the caboose. Mumble chatter was all about the Kansas City Chiefs, bad officiating, super bowl possibilities, celebration possibilities, etc…
    After the warm-up, I brought out the deck of death and assigned each person a suit.
    They got their pick of exercise: we had merkins, burpees, al gore thorogoods, californian sun bathers, poop scoopers, and various others. Some on your own, other in cadence. That’s where things got interesting: some people, not naming any names, couldn’t count properly. Not once or twice, but several times by several individuals. Throw in some laps and stair masters, and it was 6:00. COT, remember about the CRAZY IVAN tonight gentlemen. Moby prayed us out. Thanks for coming out gentlemen, always an honor to workout with y’all. You push me to be better.

  • New Year and a New us! – from Hogs Breath

    So here we are! YHC arrived just as Duracell, DR from Baton Rouge, arrived.
    We planted the flag and had some mumble chatter, about each of our holidays, on this foggy morning.
    We warmed up with some imperial walkers, SSH, some worlds greatest stretches.
    Introduced Duracell to a Monday Motivator (like new years, a countdown from 10 to 1; 10 SSH, 10 half SSH, 10 legs only SSH, 10 hops….9 SSH, 9 half SSH…you get the idea)

    The thing was simple and a deck o death, with coupon carry around the circular sidewalk. We started with a lap, when the pax realized they were over zealous with the amount of weight they were trying to carry! So the we went halfway around. Stopping halfway to perform each deck of death carry!

    We enjoyed the mumble chatter and ended with COT and coffeteria!

    Looking foreword to 2023!