It was 52 degrees at the start. After a solid and assorted warm up we moved to the deck of cards to drive the rest of the beat down. Each suit represented an exercise. Aces were 14 reps thru 2’s as 2 reps. Clubs were jump squats. Spades were gas pumps. Hearts were hand release merkins. Diamonds were Freddie Mercurys with 2 as 1. There were two jokers and we told bad jokes when they came up. We got thru the deck with 3 minutes to spare The last minutes were spent on YHC’s 3 favorite lower body stretches. Dark Wing prayed us out and he prayed for a safe trip and obstacle course for our many F3 Northshore Brothers going to TX this weekend.
Tag: Mobydick
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Flag on the Play: BBQ’s Chiefs Victory Laps – from Jose10k
In a scene that could only be described as part fitness, part fandom, BBQ showed up to the workout with a brand new Kansas City Chiefs flag, proudly waving it around after the Saints’ brutal Monday night loss. It might be the new flag of the A1C he claimed. The warm-up was a mixture of stretches, questionable dance moves (the music always inspires some moves), and a few BBQ chicken wings as the flag continued to flap in the wind, mocking all Saints fans present.
Then, it was off to the courthouse for a set of 11s. Copperhead squats at the bottom had everyone’s legs shaking like a Saints’ defense on 3rd and long. Sprinting to the stairs, the team powered through calf raises on each step, praying their legs wouldn’t fail them halfway up. At the top, merkins awaited — because why not add pushups to chisel the upper body for the ladies?
The race down the ramp and around the parking lot felt like a marathon, but with the crisp fall air making it slightly more bearable. But something was missing. The group looked around — where was Einstein, the brains behind the operation? Where was Darkwing Duck, swooping in to save the day? Alas, they were nowhere to be found. It was just Moby, BBQ, the Chiefs flag, and the painful reminder that leg day is forever.
All in all, it was a great workout — though maybe next time BBQ should leave the flag at home.
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Rain Day at The A1c – from Einstein
Muggy and dank where the pax gathered inside the Justice Center garage.
Warmup: all IC15x; toe touch, side staddle hops, arm circles, neck rolls,
hi-jack hi-jills, butt kicks, high knees, popeye punches, BBQ wings, shoulder rolls, etc.With the rain YHC had to go to Plan B…the lesser of Plan A.
Thang-1: from the Exicon; “The Gross” 12 exercise with 12 reps of each. 12×12=144 hence The Gross:
burpees x12
merkins x 12
cobra squats x 12 IC
star jack jumps x12
plank jacks x 12
iron crosses x 12
lunges x 12 IC 2-1
box cutters x 12 IC
walk outs with a merkin x 12
zombie kicks x 12
star stretch x 12
side to side lunge x 12 ICThang-2: the Pax, in search of some moving air, heads to the upper ramp, the light drizzle and fresh air felt good.
Jose’s Lieutenant Dan routine up the ramp; lunges/squats, ascending count while maintaining the 2:1 ratio,
freak nasties up top, repeat Lieutenant Dan going down the ramp, then a backwards lunge up the ramp, some derkins
up top.Mary: finished with a round robin of core
DarkWingDuck led us out with prayers for those suffering from Hurricane Helene
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Round Robin Respect minus 1 – from Jose10k
Alright, imagine this:
It’s a crisp 62-degree morning, perfect for some quality pain. Enter the crew: **Darkwing Duck**(respect), swooping in like he’s ready to fight crime, **Einstein**(respect, respect), showing up with theories on why star jumps are the greatest, **Moby**(respect, respect, respect), low-key brooding because that’s just how Moby rolls, and then there’s Jose10K… yhc… the villain, taking all the flak because, apparently, you *asked* for this. Naturally, *hate* is served up hot for you.
Cue the ramp. It’s not just any ramp—this is where sweat meets tears. We’re talking round robin style, because why stick with one exercise when you can juggle a whole bunch? At the top, 10 reps of anything horrible; at the bottom, more 10-rep torture. Between sprints, we’re shuffling sideways like confused crabs, jogging backward like we’re dodging regrets, and throwing in other random moves that only Einstein could scientifically explain.
As if the ramp massacre wasn’t enough, the grand finale is 5 minutes of core at the top. Naturally, everyone has a brilliant suggestion for which core exercise to suffer through next. It’s like a buffet of agony, and of course, everyone gets a turn.
In short: chaos, camaraderie, and a few too many “respects” thrown around—except for me, yhc. I get none.
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It was Shooter’s idea, I swear – from Fletch
Alright, picture this: it’s a typical morning at the garage. The crew lines up, ready to embrace the madness that Shooter inspired me this morning. The plan? A deceptively simple combo: 10, 20, 30 reps of upper body, core, and leg exercises—but with a catch. One poor soul is always running down to the bottom of the garage, and this is where the fun begins.
First, our hero grabs a jump rope and busts out 60 reps, Rocky-style, because why not? But there’s no rest for the wicked—time to sprint back up that ramp (which feels longer with each step). At the top, it’s straight into 40 curls with a coupon that somehow seems to have gained weight on the way up. Then, just when the arms are jelly, it’s time to drop 20 squats like they’re nothing.
Meanwhile, the rest of the squad is sweating through their own reps, secretly praying for their turn to run and escape the pain. Rinse and repeat, everyone goes twice, and by the end, even the garage is out of breath.
Workout complete, pride intact (mostly), and everyone feeling like they could take on the next mission—after a nap.
COT
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Triskaidekaphobia or Fear of the Number 13 Fear or avoidance of the number 13. It is also a reason for the fear of Friday the 13th, called paraskevidekatriaphobia. – from Jose10k
3 HIMS showed up, not afraid of the number 13, not afraid of the humidity, not afraid of the aftermath of Hurricane Francine. We took the red pill, and we were ready for a beatdown.
Due to the lack of electricity, YHC didn’t really come up with a Friday the 13th themed beatdown, so I used an oldie.
Warm-up: the usual
The Thang: Mosey to the courthouse for 11s. Burpees at one side, 2 calf raises up each step, copperhead squats at the top, down the ramp and around the courthouse.
Mumble chatter included the difficult math problem of calculating the optimal workout heart rate for a 75 year old man. Which Einstein quickly pointed out to Moby that he is 74, which produced even more grumble, grumble.
COT-Einstein prayed us out with intentions of hurricane survivors and prayers for our country.
Thanks for letting me lead/reading this.