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  • LEGS & CORE at The A1C – from Einstein

    Nice and cool this morning ~ 46 degrees, atop the Justice Center Parking Garage deck.
    And as an extra bonus – the AO was well lit with Thursday’s Hunter’s Full Supermoon.
    IF BBQ had been there, he would have classified it as…”beautiful.”

    Warmup: all IC15x; toe touch, side staddle hops, arm circles, neck rolls, cherry pickers,
    hi-jack hi-jills/BBQ Wings/DarkWingDuck Wings, butt kicks, high knees, shoulder rolls, scissors, etc.

    Using the parking lot stripes (fyi; there are 24 parking spaces, bounded by 25 stripes, per parking row)

    The Thang: Four sets of: a stripe exercise followed by a core exercise at each of the four corners – as we mosey back to the starting line:

    First set: Lunge walk forward three stripes, inch worm out for three merkins, inch warm in, all along the length of the deck,

    Second set: Zombie Walk; left arm to right leg, right arm to left leg, all along the length of the deck

    Third set: Wounded Bear Crawl; left leg and left arm up on the 8 inch parking barrier, bear crawl, then switch over to the other side of the barrier
    to bear crawl with the right leg and right arm up on the barrier, all along the length of the deck

    Fourth set: Star Jack Jump at each stripe, all along the length of the deck

    Core at the corners included: wife pleasers with alternating leg lift, static v-ups, roll-ups,
    supermans, scubasteve, iron crosses, big boy sit-us, crunches, dips, flutter kicks vertical,
    flutter kick horizontal, Russian twists, etc.

    Mary: finished run back to circle up as time expired

    DarkWingDuck led us out with prayers for the F3NOLA Pax traveling up to the Texas CSAUP, for world peace, for the U.S.A. election.

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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
    SYITG
    Thanks for posting/reading.

  • 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.

  • ROSHAMBO for the Q – from Darkwing Duck

    11s were on the docket today. After a questionable game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, YHC took the q. Quick warm-up then moseyed to the courthouse. Burpees on the side walk, run to the stairs, 5 calf raises up each step, then big boy situps at the top. Run down the ramp and out the side, around the parking lot, back to the side walk. Finished right at 6 am.
    COT and done.

  • Rock, paper, scissors to see who leads?!?!?!? – from Darkwing Duck

    Beautiful morning to take the red pill and get some work in. No one picked up the Q so it was a little ROSHAMBO to take the lead. Regular warm-up, then mosey to the courthouse.
    A set of 11s was the choice. Burpees at the side walk, big boys at the top of the stairs, 5 calf raises at each step, with a lap down the ramp and around the side in between each set.
    Ended right a 6. COT. Simple beatdown, simple back blast for a great group of HIMS.

  • Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad that I’m not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don’t get in a fight. Ohhhh, back to school. Back to school. Back to school. Well, here goes nothing. – from Jose10k

    THE THANG:
    It was a bit cooler this morning, 74 degrees to start an Epic “Back to School Beatdown”
    We moseyed over the top of the stairs and YHC presented the white board. Time to go back to school and do the Billy Madison. Each grade represented an exercise and the PAX would do 12 reps of each, each round . The PAX would complete 1st grade, run down the stairs and run the ramp back up returning to the start. Next, complete 1st grade and then 2nd grade, run the short loop, returning to the start. The PAX would try to graduate and get through the 12th grade!
    1st Grade – Squats
    2nd Grade – Monkey Humpers
    3rd Grade – Lunges (2 is one)
    4th Grade – BBS
    5th Grade – Flutter Kicks
    6th Grade – LBCs
    7th Grade – American Hammers
    8th Grade – Merkins
    9th Grade – Freak Nasties
    10th Grade – Carolina Dry Docks
    11th Grade – Burpees
    12th Grade – SSHs
    COT and BBQ prayed us out.
    We managed to complete the 9th grade. We now have something to shoot for next time. BBQ commented that the beatdown killed the mumble chatter. I’ll take the compliment. SYITG, thanks for letting me lead/and or reading this bb.

  • “Keep Your Hands to Yourself” – from Einstein

    That’s not a F3 directive, just a song title by Georgia Satellites.

    And we all know how Jose likes to have his music playing, and this song comes on – before you know it – Jose and Fletch are performing a duet, fingers wagging and all. I must say; it was pretty impressive. If only BBQ had shown up I’m sure he would have joined in with his air guitar.

    The A1c started off weird with Moby coming in hot (usually he’s the first one to arrive), claiming his f* dog would not get into the f* truck, that little m*f*er.

    Then Jose tells Moby that Steve will be the Q next Friday, and more f*,f*,f*…
    We’ll cut Moby some slack – he was dehydrated.

    So on with the warmup – numerous exercises interspersed with BBQ-like observation of the surrounding natural beauty – sunrise, clouds, birds, dog turd piles, etc.

    Then on to the main event – the lazy man’s que – Deck of Doom. Each pax choosing a card and calling out the exercise of their choice. I squeezed in my least favorites: crab crawl, smurf jacks, and monkey humpers. all-in-all it was a sweatfest as we went into overtime to finish the deck.

    DarkWingDuck prayed us out.

    Moby brought watermelon for us all. It hit the spot

  • Light Fun after the 4th – from Jose10k

    Let’s keep it simple. To be honest, the day after the 4th celebrations, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up at the A1C this early morning. Humid, hot, most people on a nice 4 day weekend. YHC showed up early to put in his 100 burpees for the July Spartan challenge, and continue to do a slow mosey to stretch out these sore muscles. At 5 o’clock, my partner in crime showed up: Moby. We upped the pace around the parking garage, waiting for any other HIMs to show up. It looked like just Batman and Robin again, we planned a great, simple beatdown for the two of us. We began to hit the stairs, when an unfamiliar car pulled up. Oh shit, it was Hogsbreathe. No simple beatdown anymore. He was 10 minutes late because he was dropping a Biden in his toilet.
    The thang: calf raises on the stairs, Moby’s 4 count SSH at the bottom, calf raises back up on top, then back down to the second floor. This is where we discovered an airconditioned hallway. WTF, where has this been? We proceeded to stay inside for 15 minutes for bear crawls and core exercises (round robin style). Back to the ramps for Lt. Dan’s up, the back peddle up the other incline. Back to the flag for some toys that I had in the trunk, coupons. We proceeded to do kettle bell swings, curls for the girls, rows for the ho**, shoulder presses, and chest presses to finish off. Hogsbreathe is doing great at his new job, his M has a new motorcycle for them to cruise the streets of Slidell. Moby has the cure for any high fevers, Turbo Dog left his usual gifts to the parking garage, and I am just grateful to share my mornings with these great brothers of mine. COT and Hogsbreathe prayed us out with intentions for Moby’s niece and their family. Tomorrow, Hammer has the Q.
    SYITG gentlemen, thanks for reading and thanks for posting.