F3 New Orleans

Author: Bushwacker

  • Run 4 Fun, But Hatin’ On the Core

    After a 4:45am distress beacon from the “Beast Master of Bear Crawls”, YHC was prepared to put forth his 2 cents into the round robin collection basket this gloom. Upon arriving to desolation, however, the possibility of a solo run on account of a drip drop or 2 seemed distinct. But a random shadow, that happened to be carrying an American flag, chased away any chance of that. As Shooter stepped into the light, Waterpik rolled up. And before we realized the mumble-chatter had taken us slightly over start time, Cowbell arrived to round out the PAX of scramblers.

    WARMORAMA

    Shooter started us off with x15 IC:

    Toe Touches

    Windmills

    Torso Twists

    Lunge Walk to Pik’s car, and away we went!

    As tends to happen on Thursday, the PAX paired off with YHC/Cowbell and Shooter/Waterpik.

    City Hall Scramble

    When the PAX reassembled at the shovel flags, YHC lead us to the workout equipment where each man, 1 at a time, did a set of 10 pull ups, 10 knee ups, and 10 reverse leg lifts. Meanwhile, as the rest were doing there best Shooter (aka Sweat Angel) impression, they also did OYO 100 LBCs, 100 Freddy Mercurys then plank until all had finished their sets.

    Cowbell wrapped it up by leading us in x20 IC:

    Putins

    Crunchy Frogs

    Flutter Kicks

    DEATH BY CORE WORK!!!

    COT

    YHC prayed us out, as Waterpik prepared to send 2 of 5 off to dance camp, Cowebell endeavored to stare down Invest 91-L on a Florida fishing expedition, and Shooter, always being Shooter, helped an overheated and slightly dehydrated brother over to the water fountain.

    We look forward to Bubba’s long awaited Q at the Lakefront saturday!

    SYITG

  • Luck O’ the Irish

    In YHC’s limited experience at the 10K Au Lait, today’s PAX of 9 men was, if not new, matching an AO record. That feat was thanks, in part, to 1st time attendee, Mick, who brought a little Irish luck this gloom in the form of “cooler” temps. Unfortunately, all of the Irishmen present did not have enough collective luck to ward of the misery of the soul-sucking humidity that’s only just getting started.

    So it was in jovial spirits that we began our “99%” traditional route through the quiet streets of downtown Covington…

    99% chicanery

    COT

    Mick took us out with some deeply shared sentiments of gratitude and appreciation. The invigorating run was followed up by some always enjoyable F2 coffeteria at Abita Roasting Co. Until next time, remember, all paces welcomed at the 10k Au Lait!

  • The Sound of Cowbells on the Farm

    With an inspirational consistency not seen since the Ol’ Ringo of ’18, YHC feels compelled to give special mention to Ei for cranking out a Mandeville Straight right out of left field! Also tumbling through the vast emptiness of YHC’s brain was the fact that today marked the 2nd (1st time in Q’s solemn presence at least) meeting of veteran south shore and veteran north shore legends in Mr. Farmer and Mr. Schedler.

    Speaking of Mr Farmer, as per somewhat usual, his long-time neighbor and homie Chewy came rolling in just late enough to let the warm up breathe a little. Further speaking of…

    WARM O RAMA

    This morning demanded we start of with:

    10x Abe Vigodas (great job counting PAX)

    10x High Knees

    25x Cherry Pickers

    10x Imperial Walkers

    THANG

    As the PAX embarked on the regular route, the mumble chatter began in earnest, despite the already-ubiquitous humidity promising a Shooter-approved beat down.

    MARY

    Upon reconvergence and ample recovery time (depending on who you ask?) the PAX gathered at the workout equipment, where Freddy Mercurys were continuously performed while each man did 5 pull ups and 5 knee ups. When all were done the beat down was concluded with 2 minutes of plank, right hand up, left hand up and back to plank.

    COT

    Steve lead us out by speaking his appreciation, which appreciatively did not evolve into a meandering ramble, as our collective exhaustion could’ve lent itself to. Thanks guys, you each rock individually and as a PAX!

  • Mother’s Day Hangover

    Never has the PAX been greeted by a larger amount of refuse at the Marsh. Obviously, it was a raucous affair for mother’s day at the park. As YHC was going about the all too routine affair of picking up the AO, Shooter pulled up and slowly ambled from is sleek ans sporty Honda Fit. Waterpik trundled up in his reliable SUV shortly thereafter. And just when we thought the roster had settled at three, the n0w-familiar truck of Cowbell illuminated the court with its headlights. Having just signed up the previous day, QIC navigated his way through the mist of hesitation that lay at the foot of the unpropitious beat down his slightly demented imagination had conjured up. (It was worse than it sounds…)

    WARM

    x15 IC:

    Toe Touches

    Cherry Pickers

    Air Presses

    Arm Circles (10 F, 10 R)

    High Knees

    Butt Kicks

    THANG

    At the corner of Lamarque and Livingston, the PAX dropped for 10 Merkins IC. Then we did another 10 Merkins IC. We followed that up with yet another 10 Merkins IC. That abuse continued until 5 sets were complete, at which time we mosied southbound to the corner of Lamarque and Monroe. There, we did the same set count with Squats. Upon completion, the jolly band of brothers skipped back to the previous corner, and proceeded to rinse and repeat. Heeding Cowbell’s mention of Q’s core prowess, it was off to center court for:

    MARY

    50 LBCs

    40 Freddy Mercury’s

    30 Putins

    20 Hello Dolly’s

    10 LMCs

    20 Heal Pulses

    30 Flutter Kicks

    40 100s

    50 Heal Taps (or Penguins)

    COT

    Waterpik prayed us us out, and Shooter welcomed Cowbell to his 1st visit to the Marsh and surprised us all with a new batch of hid very own beef jerky! Eat your heart out Steve and Captain Sparkles!!!!

  • Raise Your Hand if You’re Steve

    YHC walked up to a healthy group of scramblers with words of salutation dripping from his already blustering pie hole. Never mind the fact that the thus-far gathered PAX were in the middle of a round of mumble chatter that caused looks of contemplative concern on most of their countenances. But more on that later…

    WARM O RAMA

    With a recent BB trend in mind, QIC lead the Pax in a random smattering Air Presses (my bad), High Knees, Butt Kicks, Torso Twists, Calf Raises and Slow Squats before High Skipping about 10 yards. Then away we went!

    THANG

    So, apparently, Steve has been battling a muscle receptor issue which was hindering his ability to straighten his arms. YHC has dealt with something similar in the past so he can empathize. However, this particular handicap made for a multiple-comment worthy running form as the scramblers scrambled along their scramble-licious route.

    T claps to the scramblers as a group, who have increased their average pace from around 9:30/mile last year to 8:30/mile now.

    MARY

    With our war torn compatriot in mind, Q wrapped things up with exercises modified to either lay flat on the back or tummy, including such bastardized favorites as Armless Freddy Mercurys, Hello Dollys, Rosalitas, Pumping Leg Presses, Circle O Superman, and Scorpion Kicks.

    COT

    Chewy prayed us out….

    Once again, F3’s resident physical therapist super hero, and the REAL reason we all post at the Scramble, Chewy was on the job. He got to polkin’ and prodin’ the Hobester, and after tricking a few of those muscle receptors, the arms were as straight as an arrow (though a bit sore).

    Guys, thanks for waking up at the butt crack of dawn and scrambling through the edge of Hades’ humidity to push yourselves and your F3 brothers.

  • Au Lait de Mayo

    What a glorious gloom for a gathering of galloping gentlemen outside of Abita Roasting. Always a myriad of mesmerizing mumble chatter can be heard amongst the meandering marauders. And today was no exception, as the tribe of tread heads ran the traditional trial through the tranquil trails (streets) of old Covington.

    As if this wasn’t fantastic enough, the PAX followed it up with some fabulous, free-ranging F2 over fine fine beverages and freakishly funny looking cookies.

    YHC enjoyed running and chatting with cousin Steiny, and may have stretched a little for his alliteration, but stretched a lot to try and catch up to the Sunday speedsters Turbo, In Time and Garfield.

    We even got a sample of The Hammer’s campaigning skills!

    We look forward to seeing the rest of you guys out there next time!

  • Three’s Company…Plus an 80lb Ball of Concrete

    Arriving a little early to tackle what would most certainly be an unfortunately large amount of litter waiting at the Marsh, YHC was also greeted by an itinerant millennial hanging out. We exchanged a few pleasantries and he was extended a beat down invite before Shooter and Pik simultaneously rolled up.

    WARMUP

    All x15 IC:

    SSH

    Toe Touches

    High Knees

    Slow Squats

    Cherry Pickers

    Windmills

    THANG

    In homage to our IR Marsh regular Coconuts, the PAX hit the intersection for 10 burpees every minute on the minute for 5 minutes, followed by a run 1 block south down Lamarque and back. Next was 20 squats in the same fashion plus the run.

    Lurking in the shadows behind the basketball goal waiting for an opportune time to make a startling appearance was one of Mathlete’s 80lb atlas balls from a Saturday beat down several months back. Round 1: while one man did ball rolling suicides, the other 2 planked. Round 2: zig zag rolling from one post to the next and back while non-rollers did LBCs. Round 3: ball carrying suicides while the others did cherry pickers.

    COT

    Q prayed us out, overwhelmed by the example of challenges displayed by our visitor, and grateful for the blessings of tenacity, determination in the face of adversity, and the support that we all give and receive every day.

    Thank you, gents, for giving me another chance to grow in my leadership!

  • Ragnar or Bust (Selong Delong)

    After multiple reports (including my own) of some of the M’s quickly growing worn out and weary of our battlefield chronicles, YHC decided to keep this CSAUP back blast short, ambiguous, and hopefully entertaining.

    To be certain, the Ragnar weekend was a grand adventure, complete with near death experiences, incredible feats of athletic performance and endurance, more laughs than any group of guys should be blessed to have, new friends and teammates and enough post-race alcohol that the rest is a bit hazy…

    From the time we took off from the Winn Dixie parking lot in Mandeville until the return trip, the nick names were flowing with abundance. Some had multiple names in fact! With that, you’ve seen the PAX list, try to match the nicknames with the Ragnarian. To see if you’re right, be sure to post at your nearest northshore AO. (1 did not get a nickname and several had more than 1. Also, some names have been slightly altered so as not to offend any non F3 readers that may see this on social media):

    -“Male Chicken”-Ring, Teabag, Broke “Richard” Mountain

    -Mr. Awkward, Medium (Shmedium)

    -Shaddow

    -Confusion

    -Wet Wipe, William Wallace

    -Hail to the Chaif, Beef Jerkey

    -Sinatra, Shane

    -McConaughey, Chip n Dale

    -Cocktail, Post Post

    -Story Time


    Thanks for enduring this insider info. Next time take the red pill and be on the inside. The opportunities are everywhere, including anywhere you see an F3 Shovel Flag!

  • We Interupt Your Regularly Scheduled Beat Down for Some YOGA

    As YHC laid his head down last night, he thought about why, after getting 12ish hours of sleep in the last 85, along with running almost 17 trail miles of sweet Georgia terrain topped off with more liquor than he had consumed in the entire last year, he was going to wake up in the 4 O’clock hour. To put it simply, he can’t get enough of F3!

    That being said, this would not be any old beat down. Those in need go for restorative yoga indeed!

    WARMORAMA

    With supportive Steve handling technical difficulties, we started with some nice N easy…

    Toe Touches

    Abe Vigodas

    Imperial Walkers

    THANG

    Down Dog picked a million-in-one time to be glitchy, so with the other technical difficulties handled, it was You Tube to the rescue. Our 40 minute yoga session was lead by an attractive , soft-spoken, slave mistress and torturess. With no mats, the tough PAX really took it on the knees! Still it was just what the doctor ordered, and we closed with set of slooooow Toe Touches.

    COT

    Q prayed us out with all the thanks and appreciation that we who are so blessed should have. Thanks, guys, for showing up and ,especially Pik, for not walking away shaking his head, at the mention of a yoga-ful beat down.

    And speaking of Pik, T-claps to the leader of the Northshore H8 for running a charity 5k at a blistering sub-8 minute pace this weekend! (just because he felt like it)


  • No Rain

    90% chance….whipping gusts….but no rain! No fishing or camping either, I might add (and you call yourselves Ragnarians).

    As expected, the reliant visages of Waterpik and Garfield greeted YHC as he rolled up. With another three amigo post apparently in store in store for the scramblers, it was a pleasant surprise to see Burgundy join us to give his recovering leg a little work.

    WARM UP

    Torso Twists x10

    Toe Touches x10

    Cherry Pickers x20

    Imperial Walkersx10

    High Knees x10

    Fire Hydrants x10 r/l

    Scorpion Kicks x10

    THANG

    The regular route was run, an we ran into the regular runners along the route. The 4 scramblers held together as the PAX all participated in the ramblings of early-morning mumble chatter. A slightly deceptive 8:41 was the pace, and as we returned to the flag, Burgundy exclaimed that there was no rain! “BOOM,” retorted Mother Nature!

    THANG PT2/Mary

    Inspired by both Shooter and Coconuts, Q had a mind to insert a plethora of burpees for the rest of the beatdown. However, 2 rounds of 10 burpees on the minute was all the painment Q decided to dish out. We did follow up with some calming stretches and some iso ab work.

    COT

    Burgundy lead us out with a familiar, yet always apropos theme of appreciation.

    While we saw no rain, we held no illusions as to the rest of the day. Gentlemen, enjoy this wet n wild Thursday!