Nice humid morning, YHC arrived extra early to apply the finishing touches to the 2nd anniversary beatdown of the A1C. I love when the lights of the parking garage turn on at 5:00, it helps turn on my switch to get ready for the beatdown. An unusual truck appeared first, it took awhile to determine who it was…JV showed up for his first A1C. The numbers showed up, and I was very humbled by the support of my brothers.
Warm-up: ssh, grass grabbers, self love, torso twists, imperial walkers all ic. Then the cupid shuffle: everyone in plank position, the music starts, shoulder taps until the chorus, right steps, left steps, butt kicks, mountain climbers, then back to shoulder taps.
The thang: Mosey to the side of the parking garage for some dora. Partner one runs a loops while partner two performs the exercise, then switch up. 100 lunges (2 is 1), 200 squats, 300 merkins. After that fun, mosey back up to the top, where we broke up into 3 groups of 4 for some burpee ball. Every time you hit the ball in the air, you drop and do a burpee. The beach ball is allowed to touch the ground only one time. Penalty exercise is 25 squats. Went all the way to 6, then COT. Welcome back Einstein. Shooter prayed us out, BBQ busted out the celebratory brownies, and we huddle up for a quick picture.
This was the 106th A1C, and I appreciate all those the help create this AO. The ones who helped me create it, the ones who showed up each week to keep it going, the Mandevillians who came out to support this Covington AO, and my brothers who are always there no matter what is going on. When people ask my about F3, I always tell them that the F2 is the most important aspect of F3. The exercises is just the lagniappe. Thank you for letting me lead today, thank you for giving me the courage to step out of my comfort zone, two years ago, to create this AO. Thank you to Moby, BBQ, and Einstein (my Covington Crew) for making it out each week. Thank you my brothers!! SYITG
Tag: Junior Varsity
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Uranus in Retrograde – from Steve
Some weird planetary alignment threw us into an alternate universe this morning, and not a good one.
Cowbell showed up on time (which should’ve been our first sign that things were askew), immediately souring JV’s intention to “live his life gloriously” while Cowbell was away for a week. As the smile dropped from JV’s face, it was immediately picked up by Cowbell who came frolicking (yeah, frolicking) in with a noticeable twinkle in his eye and a pep in his step. You might think this was due to his impending wedding bliss, but no – apparently there’s some sort of college baseball finals going on right now.
Anyway, a super chatty warmorama caused YHC to abandon cadence counting for the first time in 5 years, before finally just calling it and heading to the stage for the intended circuit routine.
Now the night before, Bushwacker had texted Jose and me that today – the first official day of summer (yeah, right) – there would be a dazzling planetary alignment: five planets in an arc, with the crescent moon situated somewhere in the middle. So, once in the grassy knoll at the foot of the stage, we looked up. But it was difficult to see anything beyond the thick swarm of bats that had suddenly blotted out the sky. Seriously, it was like Old Testament Egypt out at the amphitheater this morning.
One grazed JV’s face, which prompted a quick swat and a, “Get outta here.” But when one buzzed Cowbell’s face, mid-jumping rope, he let out a howl and nearly fell off the stage. Not wanting to bring Ebola or SARS down to Key West for his wedding, Cowbell was not happy about these bats. (JV, though, happily added this incident, along with Cowbell’s tire pull efforts, to his list of ammo for those occasions when he needs to defend himself.)
Oh yeah, and we were doing some exercises out there, too: jumping rope, curls, plank toe taps with resistance bands, freak nasties, flutters, planks, hand release merkins, squat thrusters, etc, with occasional runs hoping the swarm would dissipate.
But bats were only the first plague that descended on us this morning. The second, and arguably worse, was mosquitos. I guess it didn’t help that we were lying around in the grass complaining instead of doing said exercises, but those suckers were eating us alive. Eventually, we had the sense to move to another area that had fans going.
All in all, there was a lot of grumbling, and in a weird reversal that must’ve been due to Jupiter’s third moon ascending, it was everyone BUT Jose who was complaining. I’m telling you, bad omens all over the place at Granny’s this morning.
Some things that we complained about: obviously, bats, mosquitos, proper jump rope technique (double jumps??), Bypass (ok, ok – Jose did contribute a little here), airline security lines, and Richard Simmons being the most important Brother Martin alum.
YHC nearly went over because, apparently, time flies when you’re being attacked by nature and having a good gripe session. COT, nameorama, and Jose prayed us out, with intentions for Cowbells wedding and everyone’s safe travels down there.
Reminder, a few CSAUP’s coming up: Goose and Paradox’s St. Vincent 500 in Thibodeaux, Hammer’s yet-to-be-named standing guard at the CPC, and, of course, the fast-approaching Gnarly Nutria. Thanks guys for the entertaining morning, always appreciate getting stronger with you all.
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“SUPER 21” – from Shooter
Still recovering with soreness from accepting my 2.0s change of pace for some gym work on Saturday and Waterpik’s previous Monday Q of constant reps at the Marsh, YHC selected an oldie but goodie from the Exicon.. Arriving at the AO with 4 PAX already assembled in the freshly updated splash pad area I quickly jumped out and planted the shovel flag and began listening to the chatter of college baseball between Russo and JV.. Both hopeful of a Cowbell sighting, so that he could be reminded of his recent Rebels series loss over the weekend to the Volunteers..As to not disappoint the illumination coming down Girord street soon revealed the conversation would indeed be continued..
Warmup
All IC10 Cherry Pickers, Arm circles forward and back, Toe touches, Hillbillies, Imperial walkers and a brief mosey around the block back to the other side of the breezeway..Super 21
After a short winded like Bushwacker explanation (if that’s even possible) PAX was given instructions on the exercises and break work between.. Instead of sticking to 2 body movements YHC decided to incorporate 6 different movements hopefully to accomplish total body work..Utilizing the breezeway pillars throughout its entirety we started with 1-7 Carolina dry docks and Donkey kickoffs.. Met at the stage for 21 recovery 8count body builders. 8-14 Merkins and Mountain climbers 2×1 again meeting at the stage for 21 recovery 8count body builders. 15-21 SSH and squats closing with 21 8count body builders.. Time remaining was 7 mins and after a slow recovery walk back to the splash pad 6 mins of Mary was left to close.. 15IC Crunchy 🐸, alternating elbow to knee both sides of course, Cowbell edition flutter kicks, Little Manny crunches and finished off with 100 OYO 💯s!!
Count, announced all the great activities coming in April, COT
Appreciate JV for closing out the PAX in 🙏🏼
Until the next Gloom 👍🏼👊🏼✌🏼!!
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Recycling: Good for the Earth, Good for the Soul – from Steve
Rolled up a little early to secretly unload a few cinderblocks this morning, only to find Russo and and Murdoch already on the lookout. This was my first time meeting Murdoch, and YHC assumed he was visiting from another region because a) he looked fairly fit and, b) he was already wearing an F3 shirt. But no! Akbar named Murdoch last Wednesday and, with talk of four posts this week, it’s pretty clear he’s all in! Great, we need some new faces at Granny’s. But hey hey hey – let’s not pass along a shovel flag just yet guys.
Little bit of catching up about the Nehemiah Project’s 4x4x48, about the SLU / Ole Miss game, and about JV doling out life lessons to ignorant teenagers who hit a car and run. Hey, they can’t all be as upstanding as Grover.
Warmorama: Torso twists, SSH’s, IW’s, windmills, arm circles, seal jacks, cherry pickers, maybe some other stuff.
Mosey to the stage for the main event.
Now YHC will admit, recycling old beatdowns has become something of a pattern lately. And by ‘old,’ I mean, last week’s beatdown, maybe one from the week before. It’s not that I’m lazy, or that the beatdown was even that good, it’s… it’s just that… well, ok, yes, YHC is just lazy. And maybe a bit unimaginative. Mostly lazy though. Anyhow, what we did: a rotating circuit with one guy doing 20x burpees as a timer (JV loved this the first time, so you can imagine his delight in repeating it this morning), while the other pax were performing:
– Curls
– Squat thrusters
– Chest presses
– LungesBecause we didn’t have as many guys this time, once we had all completed the above, we set a one minute timer and knocked out big boys and plank jacks, which were part of the original circuit.
Then a short mosey around the trailhead before returning to… that’s right, rinse and repeat. Somewhere in there, Russo and JV checked the wall of the stage for the scrawled out wisdom of teenagers. A sort of bathroom stall version of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus-kinda thing that can’t be repeated here provided some good laughs (though god help any small kids who stumble upon this – maybe we’ll have to paint over
After the second run, we kept the burpees (though we downsized to 15x this time) and threw everything else out in favor of:
– Alpos
– Rows
– Goblet squats
– Monkey humpersJV suspected there was some leftover animosity from the Ole Miss game in the way Cowbell kept shouting out: C’mon JV!! No time for the additional exercises this time, stashed away the blocks and circle up for some Mary: leg raises, Rosalita’s, and crunchy frogs to close it out.
COT, announcements (April 9th, Northshore’s SIXTH anniversary convergence – be there!), and JV prayed us out. Thank you men for the opportunity to get stronger along side you, and the chance to lead. I appreciate it brothers.
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All The World’s A Stage – from Steve
Decent crowd at Granny’s yesterday for a kinda-sorta cinderblock beatdown. Kinda-sorta because YHC only brought 3 coupons and there were 7 players in company. But, as always, we made it work (I will say, it was helpful to not have Bushwacker there undermining the Q’s efforts with constant griping about said cinderblocks!).
Warmorama: SSH, IW’s, arm circles, cherry pickers, hillbillies, grass grabbers, seal jacks, and 20x merkins.
Cowbell finally rolled in, which meant it was officially the end of warmorama and time to get after it.
Thang:
Mosey over to the stage for a rotating circuit. Each pax has an exercise, with one guy knocking out 20x burpees as the timer. Exercises were:Burpees x20 (timer)
Curls
Squat thrusters
Tricep extensions
Lunges
Sit-ups
Plank jacksYHC initially experimented with a cinderblock exercise called “forearm thingies,” (Bushwacker would’ve had an aneurism) which poor JV dutifully knocked out before Waterpik took over and wisely transitioned to tricep extensions.
Once everyone had hit each station, we did a quick mosey around the trailhead in an attempt to at least get some mileage for RCR, and then rinse and repeat. After a second mosey around the trailhead, we hit the bus depot for YHC’s usual leg business:
Bulgarians right and left, x12 IC each
Freak Nasties, x12 IC
Step ups, right and left, x12 IC each
Freak Nasties, x12 ICAnd back to the stage to finish up with a different set of exercises, this time the rotation was:
Burpees x20
Goblet Squats
Alpos
Chest Presses
Jump Squats
Freddies
Peter ParkersWe only completed one round of this before it was time. COT, nameorama, and Pik prayed us out. Good to see Grundy out there now that he’s officially local. And t-claps to Hog’s Breath, since he’s decidedly not local and yet often makes it to at least one weekday beatdown. Appreciate the push you guys provide, and the opportunity to lead.