Tenderloin’s VQ – from Tender

Fellow Pax,

Well, here I am, a sprightly 73-year-old man, leading this fabulous F3 workout. It’s a real treat to be surrounded by a group of strapping young lads like yourselves while my old bones creak and groan. But hey, age is just a number, right? Let’s dive into this exercise extravaganza.

We kicked things off with the Abe Vagodas. Oh, how I cherish the opportunity to stretch my ancient limbs and reminisce about the good old days when I could touch my toes without groaning like a wounded walrus. But hey, we gotta keep those joints moving, even if it feels like we’re reenacting a scene from a bad martial arts movie.

Next up were the Mountain Climbers, a real reminder that gravity is not our friend. As we struggled to keep up the pace, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d be more at home climbing an actual mountain rather than fighting against the ever-increasing pull of the earth on my weary body.

And let’s not forget the Karaoke, where we gracefully pranced from side to side like a bunch of tipsy wedding dancers. Oh, the coordination! It’s like watching a bunch of penguins trying to tango. But hey, if we can conquer this, there’s no obstacle in life we can’t overcome, right?

Now, the Left/Right/Drops with burpees. Because who doesn’t love a good burpee, especially when you’re a few decades past your prime? The way we dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, then hoisted ourselves back up, was a stark reminder that our bodies have a unique way of reminding us that we’re not as spry as we used to be.

Ah, the Suicides. How fitting that they’re called that because, let’s be honest, we probably felt like death after running back and forth across that field for what seemed like an eternity. But hey, at least we got a good cardio workout while simultaneously questioning our life choices.

And finally, stretching our calf muscles. A moment of reprieve when we could take a breather and marvel at the fact that we still have calf muscles to stretch. Hallelujah! It’s a good thing we’re taking care of ourselves, otherwise, we’d be walking around like a bunch of wobbly flamingos.

In our Circle of Trust, we shared our gratitude for F3, because where else can we find a group of like-minded individuals who willingly subject themselves to this torture and still come out smiling? Truly, F3 has turned us into gluttons for punishment and given us a sense of brotherhood that only intense physical suffering can provide.

So, my dear comrades in sweat, let’s continue to revel in the absurdity of it all. Let’s keep pushing ourselves, laughing in the face of our aging bodies, and reminding the world that we may be old, but we’re still kicking (sometimes quite literally). Together, we’ll conquer the world, one snarky rep at a time.

Now, who’s ready for round two?

SYITG (See You In The Gloom),

Tenderloin (written by Chat GPT)

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