If you’re like most of us much of your time, mental, emotional, physical and spiritual energy has been spent either preparing for, getting through or rebound from Hurricane Florence. And rightfully so. One of the great things about F3 is that it allows us to escape from the daily stresses and toil in a whole other way. This is how we went from Florence to Flora.
Pledge of Allegiance
Quick mosey that found us running backwards and high kneeing because I knew Frisco was enjoying himself too much.
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Riptide was the Q
Sept 20
We worked hard, but don’t remember what we did. Trying to keep BO atop the leaderboard for having a BB and make sure that the PAX get credit for attendance.
A River Runs Through It
I know all you Robert Redford fans are rolling your eyes right about now but trust me, I wouldn’t steal it if I truly didn’t need it.
Now that Flo is no mo and being how we are the men of F3 it only made sense to me that we take the lead in returning our little community park back to pre-storm conditions (or at least the running path). As I pre-blasted, we’ll mosey around the Apex Lake clearing debris as we go.
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Rocking the Kettle Bells
Rocking the Kettle Bells Nothing fancy. Kinda vanilla but any vanilla workout with 80’s rock music is all good.
YHC went back to the good old days of rock and pulled out 10 all time favorite songs so we could rock the bells at Hells Bells.
On the musical agenda were:
Journey - Wheel in the Sky Bob Seger - Night Moves (Mandatory for Disco Duck) Guns N Roses - Sweet Child of Mind Heart - Barracuda Ozzy - Crazy Train Boston - More than a feeling Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls ZZ Top - Gimme All Your Lovin'
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F3-Its A Sickness
2 Years of F3. It’s a sickness that I just can’t seem to kick. One that has resulted in lack of sleep, frequent muscle aches, and lack of cell phone battery. I just can’t stop setting my alarm in anticipation of that brotherhood, the laughs, and personal growth. 2 years of F3 is something to be celebrated. What better way to celebrate than pain.
Warm-up
Welcome the Meow-Mile Pax Mosey over to the bank and circle up SSH IC X 25 GM IC X 10 Imperial Walker X 15 Standard Merkin mixture of slow cadence with normal cadence x 20
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I'll Have the Bradford's Ordinary; 86 Callahan; Sub Burt
This BB is generally what we did this am…some stuff is out of order and other info is made up. But I wrote a BB.
Tank Top Thursday. Bag O’ Tanks in the House. 73 degrees, 92% Humidity, No Wind. Clear.
20 dudes in the lot, including Wonk, the other GodFather of CarPex along with CK (not Captain Kirk…although we now see Captain more than CK…maybe CK needs a ride). Nice to see you Wonk.
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Stop #3 on The Pain Stick Express
So when Build-A-Bear messaged me on Monday to “ask” me to incorporate the pain sticks into my Q on Wednesday, of course I said yes. You’ve seen him right? So with my original workout put back on the shelf for another day, I started drawing up some new plans.
Big group this morning of Insomniacs, Vesperers and SNSers. The boot campers broke off and headed toward the community center to find the afore mentioned pain sticks waiting for them.
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Extreme Couponing
Following a night of unstable air and thunderstorms, 20 PAX descended upon Tortoises in the humid gloom for a 45 minutes of getting to know your coupon better. Allegiance was pledged, and we circled up.
Warm Up
Standard fare of SSHs, Cotton Pickers, Sir Fazio, Plank Jacks, Merkins on my down AND up. 10 burpees OYO to get the PAX attention.
Thang 1
Lunge walk to the coupon pile. PAX take either a block or 2 cores each.
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Thank You For Your Leadership
Sometimes jokes get out of hand. Like the way we all say “Thank you for your leadership” whether we’re being sincere or being silly. It was all grins and giggles until Hello Kitty announced that he was going to be on the radio taking part in a serious discussion about school choice in this great state of ours. Shut-in just had to say it. “If you fit in a TYFYL I’ll give you 100 burpees.
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How’s your burger?
13 strong.
Sausage dip. A whole mess of burgers. 1 wore a tie. Sadly, only 1 drank a beer. All 13 chatted away like a group of girls at a sleepover.