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  • Put the F back in F3: Part Deaux – from Waterpik

    Runners ran with the last 10 minutes of exercises on the playground equipment. Ruckers rucked the whole time. Yall hydrated and be safe

  • Ruckers Unite – from Jose10k

    Some ran , some ran faster, some rucked , some rucked faster. Intentions for Coachella

  • 4 Up, 4 Down, & Around – from Einstein

    Nice morning at The Gipper ~ 72 degrees
    Pax included: Shooter, MobyDick, Jose10k, DarkWingDuck, FletchMeister

    WARMUP: toe touch, windmills, side straddle hops, shoulder rolls,
    snap crackle pops, book covers, etc.

    THANG 1: Two sets of Eight Exercises – 4 on your feet & 4 down on the ground, followed
    by a run up to the Justice center steps – bunny hop up – run around the block back
    to start point.
    Skater Hops
    Sister Mary Catherines
    High Knees
    Tuck Jumps
    Floor Wipers
    Freddie Mercurys
    Plank with opposite arm lift, opposite leg lift
    Archer Pushups
    Run the Long Block
    Repeat

    THANG 2: To the block garden for coupon work – curls, laterals, kettle bell swings,
    figure 8s thru the legs, overhead press.

    Mary:
    couple of minute for stretching, including the Fletch Stretch.

    Dark Wing Duck prayed us out.

  • Snatch those Mahi Mahi’s at the Pink Taco Stand Before Heading Down For Your Box Lunch – from Steve

    Much like getting stock tips from Celeste and Lisa, witnessing Jose & Shooter scissoring with wild abandon, or even stumbling across an unofficial poll hand-scrawled across the stage’s concrete walls that somehow deems height a more desirable trait than personality (c’mon!) – there are certain events at Granny’s that require careful preservation.

    Unfortunately, that ain’t happening today. This event is already two weeks old, and sadly, I just don’t have the steel trap that Hammer and Jose possess.

    What I can remember:

    There was a lot of talk of reruns. Bush had insulted Jose the day before at the Marsh, and then on this fine morning decided to both rehash his argument and dig in a little deeper. It wasn’t pretty.

    It’s also possible that aside from the insults, the beatdown itself was (claps hands) i-dentical. As Jose always says, we’d know if we ever wrote backblasts.

    And then, of course, there was the titular, off-color comment (again, Bush – he was on a roll this morning) that started it all. It unfortunately can’t be repeated here, but let’s just say that it involved Jose enjoying mahi mahi tacos not just on vacation but at home also.

    Anyway, I guess my grandpa was right when he told me that age is no guarantee of maturity.

    Thank you gents (& Bushwacker) for the post and for the laughs.

    ** As I was trying to find a title for this backblast, it occurred to me what a missed opportunity this was that Jose’s 14-year-old students didn’t get to have a crack at this BB.

    *** Russo, if you’re reading this, we miss you brother!

  • Wtf are we thinking? – from Shooter

    Two guys, too stupid to stay home during a thunderstorm!

  • Pain for Paine – from Jose10k

    13 men took the red pill for the annual Murph at the Marsh. 1 mile first, then 20 rounds of 5 pull ups, 10 merkins, 15 squats, followed by another mile. Some modified, others intensified. Hammer prayed us out while Truecoat told us of an amazing man: Cpt Paine.
    Thank y’all for posting. Extra prayers and thoughts to the family of those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. SYITG

  • Let’s go running – from Waterpik

    Simple: Waterpik, BD, and Cowbell ran to Giraurd St and Back.
    Shooter and Jose did the usual route.
    Akbar Rucked
    The end
    Murph at the Marsh Monday-6 am

  • Six Months In – from Steve

    If you missed Granny’s this past Tuesday, then you missed the customary gifting of a cinderblock that happens after six months of posting. (That’s right, somehow Coachella has passed the six-month mark, though how that’s possible when YHC swears he just started two months ago is beyond me.)

    Jose enlisted his junior high talented art class to hand paint one of our beloved coupons, trying their best to out-paint Waterpik and his tiger cinderblock. The result was a wild watercolor collage of some of Coachella’s favorite things: medieval plate armor, d10 dice, block blast, dead bears, and this cool matrix-like code covering the whole thing.

    Shooter officiated the ceremony, unveiling the freshly painted block as Jose played one of his classics, the extended cut of “Jenny Says.”

    Ok maybe that didn’t happen. But apparently, this IS a thing in F3 Houston. And since it was mentioned, and Coachella did indeed hit the six month mark, we offered one of our dirt-crusted coupons up in honor of his milestone. In all sincerity, it has been incredibly inspiring seeing Coach hit the type of consistency he’s had over the last few weeks. (Though, he’ll have to stencil that block on his own.)

    Anyway, beatdown was as follows:

    Grab a coupon, head to the stairs for some 11’s: Curls up top, squat thrusters down below, rifle carry the coupon up the stairs for each round.

    After that we did some Lt. Dan’s down to the stage, where we knocked out some Sister Mary’s in cadence, as well as some merkins (and maybe some other stuff?), before heading back to the stairs for the second round of 11’s with the coupon:

    Chest presses at the bottom, Alpos up top.

    Finally, over to the new benches for some more leg work: Bulgarians, step downs, etc.

    Finished with a quick run through of as many Mary exercises as we could squeeze into 4 minutes, and then on to COT, where Shooter prayed us out. Thank you gentlemen for the accountability and for the camaraderie- it means a lot. Also, looking forward to Russo’s return – I know Granny has missed her favorite Pax.

  • I love the 80s – from Jose10k

    80s had the greatest entertainment

    YHC made his long-awaited return to the A1C after a tropical “vacation” that was equal parts Club Med and Gilligan’s Island, with a wardrobe sponsored by TSA incompetence. I arrived early because as usual, I couldn’t sleep. I picked 80s music on my Pandora, desperately trying to change up my playlist to appease Cowbell. I started thinking of all the excellent 80s movies: The Terminator, Flashdance, Weird Science, Maximum Overdrive, Tango and Cash, The Princess Bride, and The Last Dragon. Feel free to add your favorite in the comments, I can’t wait to see Hammer’s favorites. Anyways, I was happy to be back at the A1C. Don’t get me wrong, the Mandeville AOs are cool—kind of like a John Hughes movie where everyone is polite but the A1C? That’s pure RoadHouse—gritty, shirtless, and occasionally bloody. If you think about it though, Mandeville has its own 80s movie stars:
    Steve-Michael J Fox- come on, he’s definitely Marty McFly or Alex P. Keaton
    Russo-Robin Williams- He’s Mork mainly due to the excess hair or Roddy Pipper as Nada in They Live
    Shooter-Jesse the Body Ventura as Blain in the Predator- “I ain’t got time to bleed”
    Bushwacker-John Ritter as Jack Tripper in Threes Company

    Any who, I could continue, but I need to write this back blast….

    My boy Moby, youthful as ever, joined me in our ritual prethang laps. Then Darkwing swooped in, looking like he just stepped off the set of Batman, and it was time to party.

    Warm-ups kicked off while I regaled the crew with the highlight reel from my Caribbean adventure: Luggage: lost somewhere between Miami and “whoops. Swimwear: makeshift combo of sports bra and gym shorts which reminded me of Flashdance lol. Snorkeling with octopi and tropical fish gave off “The Abyss” type of vibe. Underwater sculptures and plenty of Caribbean rum.

    Then came the Ladder of Fun
    10 Sumo Squats – Drop it low like you’re trying to impress Prince in 1984. Sprint down the stairs and up the ramps like you’re chasing after One Eyed Willy’s treasure while listening to Cindy Lauper. Back at the top add 10 Lunges (2 is 1) – Richard Simmons would be proud of us so far, God rest his soul. Run again. Add 10 Monkey Humpers – Do y’all remember that goofy movie: Howard the Duck. Run Again. Add 10 Dirkins – Pushups, but make it Miami Vice—cool, cocky, and boat shoes with no socks, blazers with the arms rolled up. Run again. Add 10 Freak Nasties. Run again. Finish with 10 Burpees
    COT with intentions for Darkwings mother and mother in law. The Zoorich classic is tomorrow. Time for some pain and frisbee golf.

    “Pain fades, glory lasts, and monkey humpers are forever – Sir Richard Simmons

  • 4-Mile Mayhem – from Shooter

    This is nowhere near as epic as the previous one, but we did our best with less time. I hope you all enjoy:

    The sun had barely risen when Shooter, smelling faintly of gunpowder and deer pee, rallied the troops for a 4-mile run through the suburban wilderness. Clad in camo shorts and suspicious confidence, he declared, “If we see a squirrel, it’s dinner.”

    Waterpik, always fresh from a fluoride rinse and reeking of peppermint, warned everyone to floss or die. He spent most of the run critiquing everyone’s gum health between wheezes.

    Bushwacker tried to take a shortcut through some hedges, screaming “I’m one with the landscape!” before tripping over a sprinkler head and performing a full scissor-kick dismount into someone’s rosebush. Nature: 1, Bushwacker: bloodied. It’s not the first time we has scissoring during a beatdown in Mandeville

    Hammer, the group’s legal eagle, spent the entire run drafting a class-action lawsuit against cardio. He cited mental anguish, chafing, and unsolicited motivational phrases as grounds for litigation. He began quoting 80s legal dramas, which most of us could not recall. We simply pleaded the 5th.

    Ballz Deep, who insists tennis counts as both cardio and therapy, ran in short shorts and a headband, aggressively grunting with every step like he was serving at Wimbledon. People stared. Children cried. He never broke pace.

    Then came Jose10k, part educator, part miracle worker, and fully out of place among this testosterone-fueled chaos. He delivered inspirational quotes mid-stride and tried to turn the run into a teachable moment. Unfortunately, nobody passed his pop quiz on “Proper Pacing and You.” So he decided to Ruck. He was going to quote Dangerous Minds while listening to Coolio, just to change up his play list to appease Cowbell.

    They finished the 4 miles sweaty, slightly broken, and somehow closer than ever. No records were broken, but egos certainly were. One thing’s for sure: adult fitness looks less like a Nike ad and more like a comedy sketch filmed in slow motion.

    Same time next week? God help us.