jigglypuff

You really only have two options when it’s rainy, or cold, or gawd-awful hot and humid, or you’re a little sore, or tired, or pick any of the excuses you’ve heard from sad clowns in your orbit: you can embrace the suck and press on, or you can cash it in. Embracing the suck is transformational. It builds discipline and resilience, it provides a sense of accomplishment at overcoming challenges, and it deepens bonds with any of the other crazy yahoos out there with you. [Read More]

YHC decided that he needed to stretch the legs a little Sunday afternoon (2/11/18). 2.0 Zip Drive’s been laying around goofing off all weekend. “Let’s go for a run” I said on the way home from Church. “OK” the mumbled reply. About 1 I decided 2 would be our launch time. Quick blast on Slack and drummed up some business. Banjo and JigglyPuff dusted off their kicks for a rare daylight tour of Insomnia and Vesper routes. [Read More]

Dow Jones wasn’t the only one that had a rough week. YHC was again bit by some sort of bug and two colleagues went down with the flu. So what better way to cap off the week than rising from the ashes at Phoenix? 20 PAX agreed and all 21 of us hit the gloom. Though rain threatened, we stayed mostly dry. A few hearty PAX ran into the AO from various destinations, working to get in some extra miles leading up to various events this Spring. [Read More]

When Disco Duck’s call went out to the PAX due to a sparsely populated Q Sheet, YHC jumped in on a couple, including today’s Vesper. Yesterday’s FOD-a-ganza Qed by Shut-E inspired my route selection for today, only the Vesper crowd wants a little more than a quarter mile shindig I’m told. You can see the details in the images below, including the fact that Coney pushed me for a sub-8-minute mile in the last 1. [Read More]

13 Hung(over)ry PAX showed up at Wolverine for holy-cow-that-was-an-amazing-Superbowl-so-GO-EAGLES beatdown. Temps were modest for January, no rain, and no last-minute additions. Somebody had to help Hi-Liter with his strap-on (Breathtaker, that is). Welcome and disclaimer to Tubeless’ Father-in-Law Dennis, and we’re off to the races. Warm up: A moderate mosey pace down to Davis Drive Middle, with a little side-shuffle left and right along the way. Circle up for 20 SSH IC, 15 mountain climber IC, 15 plank jacks IC, 15 merkins IC. [Read More]

As the Twitterserve would have it, YHC and some of the fellas including Captain Insano got into a deep-cut thread over the weekend and thus was born the “Octothreat.” With the pressure of the entire F3 Nation, YHC set out to embark the PAX on the first-ever Octothreat. But first, another solid showing at Insomnia. YHC was looking for the easy way out before the Q on this morn, but the peer pressure pushed YHC into the 0505 start time (sorry to Angry Elf who showed up like a HIM at 0520 for recon). [Read More]

Well there were about 8 or 9 HC’s on the Slack channel for the pre-blasts. Turns out we had 23 run the 10.7 miles for The Maynard or as our Nantan apparently wants to call it: The May May. We also had 1 legendary servant leader: Shut-in volunteering to wash our feet, I mean serve as our course manager/swag waggon/emotional support/cooler retriever/safety official/cheerleader/mentor/and all around High Impact Man! If you are not sharpened by his Iron then you are doing it wrong. [Read More]

The title will make sense, eventually… There was chatter of a TTTuesday, so YHC broke out his middle school basketball jersey. Hmmmmm, fits well. Me thinks we wore them baggie… or was I beefy… either way. 18 wide-eyed pax showed up for a rain beatdown w/ 3 FNG’s taboot. After a quick disclaimer, we’re off. Warm up: Mosey to the upper lot Good mornings SSH Ma Bell Merkins (Ma Bell not present) Sir Fazio fronty and backy Merkins again, why the heck not Hold it… Mountain Climbers I’m stealing this from Texas Ranger, to the parking spaces for a rolling 4-pack (as called by the PAX) of Curb Merkins, Mountain Climbers, Plank Jacks, and Quick Feet (x10 each) Thang 1: [Read More]

Rising from days of snow and arctic air the 20 HIM at Phoenix this morning ended their week on the lofty heights of another Carpex beatdown. Here’s how it went: Warm-up: No FNG’s so no disclaimer and we were off jogging from the starting flag up the road to the next parking lot. Then, circled up for some SSH (IC), Imperial Walkers, Good Mornings, and Sir Fazio Arm Circles forward, then backward. [Read More]

27 men didn’t care what the weather man said. Snow? Blinding, blizzard like Cary-closing snow? No HIM cares about that. No such weather can slow an F3 man down. Now, having your Optimus Prime truck stolen out of your driveway, that can keep you from a workout. I’ve seen plenty of PAX dressed like ninjas lately, which is about what it would take to steal said Optimus Prime truck out of your driveway. [Read More]