Does anyone else have an item on your bucket list that looks wayyyy better on paper and in your head than in reality.
YHCs has always been the triathlon.
The conversation goes something like this :
12 year old YHC brain:
bruhhhh Conquering multiple elements of human locomotion in a variety of terrains, an ultimate test. You are literally an amphibious machine. Cross that finish line while everyone cheers your name. The ladies will be lined up. This is your life’s greatest work.
35 year old YHC brain:
bro , chill, you get the heeby jeebies from swimming in deep water, biking always hurts your back, and your feet cramp after a two mile run. If you keep taking ibuprofen you will get an ulcer. Check yourself before you shipwreck yourself.
And so on just like that for decades.
But no more!
Today we put the triathlon to bed once and for all…as a team!
Duke put down those electrolyte gummies and roll the footage.
12 pax beat the gloom on a beautiful summer morning at the Peltch. YHC rolled in a touch early to plant a few seeds and then met up with a growing prethang Saturday crew of Horn, Diddle and Ronnie. With a steady pace we covered topics ranging from Cardinals secret beach workouts to Horns new longboard interest group and melted away a few miles in the process. Please text YJ for all prethang details if you are interested (there’s an application and he needs to know your long term intentions and previous prethang relationship history)
Several more pax trickled in and we had a rock solid group ready to race.
Warmup
Started with a ear splitting cadence of 36 SSH to honor the bday of our resident beast Enron. Full back blast sarcasm aside here, Ronnie is a cornerstone of our pax , always exhibiting a tenacious spirit and has really progressed into a force to be reckoned with physically.
Enjoy those well earned bday jucifers brother!
We got back into a steady warmup when YHC heard a verbal altercation brewing.
At only 2 minutes and 39 seconds into the beatdown Sheriff Deputy of Form Yankee Joseph found his first citation. Does proper form have an age limit? not for this deputy. There is no jurisdiction when someone does a half Side straddle. He is the Law.
Little did he know the young Coyote is highly skilled in verbal jiuJitsu and in seconds had YJ questioning his entire form police career and presenting badge and gun to Goose.
The dust settled and a Donnybrook was avoided , Goose threatened to hose us and we moved on.
Indian run
Classic Sea Shanty run
Last man Drop off 5 diamonds merkins
We ran to tennis court for two songs to set the mood.
Da Tanggggg
Part 1 : Swim
Open Ocean Jam session
Baby Shark
YHC set the mood with this dark and foreboding tail.
Burpee on Shark
SSH on song
On about the 3rd burpee we had our first casualty as the baby shark was clearly targeting the elderly blood in the water. Further investigation underway to see if a banana peel from Coyote was the murder weapon. (But seriously rest up Jeaux, the team needs you)
Under the Sea
Side shuffle
Bobby Hurley on Sea
This one got warm pretty fast and begin to set the stage for further cardio testing.
Buddy System
Partner up
Both complete 20 2 is 1 flutter kicks sprint to tennis ball bucket. Ten merkins at tennis’s ball and sprint back. (About 50 yards away)
We all ended up with 6 tennis balls per couple but Cuz did some weird Yee Yee math and said 5 so he and partner Frankenbeans took penalty burpees.
Part 2 : Bike
Indian Run #2
We hit the road in search of our bikes.
As we crossed the ditch Horn kept us entertained with a rendition of I believe I can Fly
He ate that dirt sandwich with a smile on his face and a song in his heart. You can’t keep a good man down.
Last man drop off for 5 2 is 1 Freddy mercuries.
Frankenbeanz succumbed to a leg injury halfway through and YHC deployed Horn on a life raft to check in on the growing IR list.
Bicycle Song at Tennis court
Freddy mercuries on bicycle
Leg raises on other parts
Superfun(d) began to question the amount of sugar YHC had in his cereal.
Part 3: Run
Tennis Ball Suicide relay
Split into two teams
Must run full suicide to the bucket , get tennis ball
Full suicide back to secure tennis ball at home base
Team with most balls wins
Back to the flag for a little Mary
WetTap awarded the GiGi to Coyote for his resistance to the form police. I know Coyote is already busting merkins so he can look jacked in the GiGi next Sat.
SuperFun(d) sent the Animal back to its originator as Goose continues to pound out 4000 Bonnie Blair’s and big boys per beatdown.
COT and WetTap prayed us out
NMM
YHC is an over-analyzer by nature. If you lay out 20 reps of an exercise in front of me my brain says “ok 5 slowish, 10 regular then just kinda bob around till someone else stops. Full self preservation mode. Yet some of my favorite moments in F3 happen when the beatdown overrides the system. The intensity is cranked, sweat in your eyes, minimal mental processing, just you and your team stuck solidly in the present. One tennis ball at a time till there are no more.
You can Try for yourself
Try for individual gains
Try for self recognition
And you will feel good temporarily.
But hidden in the secret sauce of F3 is the Try for others while the “Me” takes a back seat.
Grateful for the men of F3 as we make each other a little stronger each day.
SYITG
Dox
