As a memorial to all folks lost on Sept.11 2001 the pax did a coupon/block workout.
Each coupon exercise was 9 of something – a burpee – then 11 of the same thing.
3 pax assembled in the cool/wet gloom looking for and to provide accountability. I didn’t expect Mayhem to post given his Okwata hesitancy last week and was pleasantly surprised to see in mumble chatter that he posted to War Eagle’s black ops BD (aka the Early Bird) at Lasalle—rain and all!
The Thang
YHC led S&M under cover as usual with Charmin while Vagabond chose to ruck himself in the rain. We were all the better for it. SYITG!
YHC arrived (almost) last, just in time for
Warmarama:
SSH
And of course, having finished SSH, here comes the straggler… wait… Honeysuckle?
Apparently Safety Valve inspires us all in some way or another.
On to the rest: Windmills,
The arm bundle: Lafayette Night Clubs, arm circles both ways, cherry pickers
Mountain Climbers
Then YHC handed the PAX off to Pope to lead a quick mosey while I grabbed my props.
Thang One: The Breath of God
“Only the penitent man shall pass”
The penitent man is humble, kneels before God. As Indy knelt when the breeze blew through the cave, so would we.
The theoretical plan: Lunge walk back and forth across the field, and each time there is a breeze, we would do one genuflection.
The modified plan: Because we live in the doldrums here with no breezes, something else would have to substitute. Taking a page from Smooth Operator, each vehicle that passed would qualify as our breeze.
That made sense when YHC came up with it last week, as there was no hurricane coming. The coming storm actually gave a bit of a breeze this morning. More importantly, it brought lots more traffic.
Perfect.
Oh, also “Listen Like Thieves” by Inxs on the W-King. Also genuflect when you hear “knees.”
Thang Two: The Name of God. But not really the Name of God. More Like Kinda Like a Name that Got Made into a Name that Some People Might Consider a Moniker of God?
Ok get ready. Please be patient as your blast goes off on a historical and semantic tangent. . .
In the film, “the name of God” is said to be “Jehovah” (spelled with an I instead of a J), but apparently this is only an artificial Latinized rendering of the name of God. Some Christians in the Middle Ages combined the consonants in YHWH and the vowels of Adonai (“My Lord”) and somehow came up with Jehovah. Thanks to Goosapedia for this and don’t forget to donate now.
Sooooo… although technically not correct, this name was created by Christians in the Middle Ages, which according to the film is when the Knights Templar set up this whole thing… I don’t know, but anyway it starts with an “I” also and let’s get back to the Thang here…
We did 50 Jackhammers to get the letter J out of our system, then ran a Dora-mod for the rest of “Iehova” which at face value was the word Indiana Jones spelled out on the path in the movie.
I = 100 Imperial Squat Walkers, 100
E= 150 “El Valvinos” which I decided were SSH. Much less controversial name change here.
H= 200 Hand Release Merkins
O= 150 Oh nos (changed to 1=1 mid-stream due to time)
V= 100 V-ups
A= 50 Absolutions, but time was called on this first, so that we could get to
Thang Three: “Only in the leap from the Lion’s Head will he prove his worth.”
It’s a leap of faith. Something we’ve all taken at some point. It typically results in a stronger faith when you are done. So we took several leaps, having faith that we could do what our bodies said we couldn’t. Which was Broad Jump Burpees to the opposite sidewalk and back. Right about the time Goose and Pope got there, a gracious Q called “recover” and we headed to
The Final Thang: The Grail Room
Upon the stage were set several items we associate with F3: A coupon, a ticket, a cone, a pair of gloves, and a coffee thermos. Under each was written an exercise.
The instructions: Choose one. The first chosen, we will do 40 of whatever is written under it. For the second chosen, we will do 30, then 20, 10, 5.
Safety Valve volunteered to choose first. And he chose… poorly. But it was perfect. Choosing the false grail, aka the coffee thermos, he gave us Burpees, and 40 would be the number… unless someone could identify the theme of the songs today, in which case I would cut the numbers in half.
No one could, so we set to burpin’ while YHC prodded the PAX to think, think! (I didn’t want to do 40 burpees). The PAX recounted the songs… Listen Like Thieves… Electric Feel… Brown Sugar… Smells like Teen Spirit… Double Vision…
Suddenly it clicked (I think with a few, but I heard Goose first) and we reduced our number to 20. Next pick was the ticket, so we did 15 BBS, then several questioned whether the speaker was in play, to which YHC only said “choose wisely.” Of course no one chose the speaker, since it was in the middle of the circle, but that was the final test. Of course under The Wu of Kings it simply said, “You have chosen… wisely.” And that would have been the end.
But it was time, so it was the end anyway.
COT
YHC was humbled as both The Fire within and the BluTube were bestowed upon him. Enron prayed us out.
Thanks for coming out men. Always an honor to lead.
SYITG,
AB
Is this the official record of what happened this morning?
It was a typical eve-of-a-hurricane type of day, cooler summer temperatures as we all awaited the landfall of Hurricane Francine. The PAX moseyed over to the JPAC for warmups, which included a fine selection of Abe Vigodas, Grass Grabbers, SSH, Arm Circles, Shoulder Taps, and—last but not least—Peter Parkers.
Thang 1:
Off to a brief H8 training session where, somehow, everyone finally agreed on H8. (A true miracle!)
Thang 2:
The timer: side steps up the ramp, sprint back.
Exercise 1: I call out Burpees with a block, but War Eagle, feeling frisky with the tropical weather, insists on calling out Fly-Up Flop Downs. Sure, it sounded fun in the rain, but even the birds weren’t buying it this morning. I call the exercise again, “Burpees with a block again,” and in true Fracsac fashion, he declares it’s time for Flyin’ Block Drops.
After a solid 40 minutes of back-and-forth debate, War Eagle and Fracsac finally surrender, and we all mosey back to the flag.
COT: Counterama, Namearama, Intentions, Prayer.
Weather: 77 degrees, party cloudy, low humidity
We had beautiful weather for this morning’s beatdown and I was eagerly joined by @Bolt, @Charmin, and @Fracsac.
Warmup
Slow Squats x10
SSHx15
Abe Slogodas x10
Imperial Walkers x10
Forward Arm Circles x10
Backwards Arm Circles x10
Seal Claps x10
Moroccan Night Club (Charmin Special) x10
For the thang, I based it on an IronPax beatdown. PAX could choose any mix they want of the 2 exercises (pick your poison) as long as they had 100 cumulative reps.
1 Round of the Following
100 cumulative reps of either block merkins or squats with blocks
200 yard mosey with block to top of JPAX ramp of pain and back
100 cumulative reps of either block swings or Bonnie Blairs
200 yard mosey with block to top of JPAX ramp of pain and back
100 cumulative reps of either block thrusters or traveling lunges with blocks
200 yard mosey with block to top of JPAX ramp of pain and back
Unfortunately, @Charmin and @Bolt either enjoy taking their poison, were showing off, weren’t listening this early morning, or their Q failed to communicate effectively (doubtful) but they proceeded to do 100 reps of each exercise or 200 cumulative reps. Considering that the official IronPax beatdown involves 3 rounds for time, I think they got closer to experiencing the full wrath of this IronPax workout. I guess you could consider that @Fracsac and I were slacking this morning compared to @Bolt and @Charmin but we now know that we can potentially get through 3 rounds of this Iron Pax beatdown in 45 min. Until next time!
Round of Mary. Back to flag. COT.
Back Blast written on behalf of Wapner.
This Sunday morning meant a triple respect threat at the Renaissance.
Disclaimer given then face the bacon for a warmup.
Time to get down to business. Da Thang:
There are 8 benches each side of Lelong Drive for total of 16.
Round one: 3 burpees at each bench
Round two: 5 ‘mercans at each bench
Finish with 2 burpees and 20 ‘mercans to make nice round number of 50 burpees and 100 ‘mercans.
At fountain:
5 rounds of the following:
5 dips and 20 jump squats
Mosey to back of museum.
Someone grabbed the frisbee
8 count body builders IC x 10
Sunday Mornings x 3
Mosey back to fountain
Penalty ‘mercans for dropped frisbee
Back at fountain:
Step ups x 20
Finish with Mary and Plank
CoT
NMM
Anyone thinking a Triple Respect Q was gonna be easy was having mid post regrets but post beat down exhortations!
Coffeteria followed where the comfortable weather brought by a rare early September front was enjoyed
SYITG
A few of us had waited till the regular Saturday, Peltch-fest IPC time to crank out the hoagies and grinders, I mean burpees and thrusters. Or, maybe we were grateful for the chance to put it off till the last minute.
As the expected PAX waded in through the waste deep water, and the rain continued for the fourth straight day, YHC was looking for a place where we could do thrusters in the grass but burpees on the pavement. (Mud burpees are fun, but not if you’re trying to do over 200 for time.) That’s when the last person any of expected to show up showed up. That’s right, Yankee Joe, Mr. Backiotomy himself, pulled up with the Prius’s waterproof battery installed.
He immediately revealed The Fire Within, and that, combined with YHC’s being clad in Phil the Hurt, Enron’s left-out feelings began to stir. But, hey, there are only three named tank tops to go around, so, you’ll have to wait your turn.
After a lengthy warmup for maximum back and shoulder loosening, we moseyed to the edge of the playground where the coupon herd awaited us. After some debate about the best combo of mud and pavement, Smooth pointed out that the wooden pylons around the playground made for perfectly spaced stalls for each PAX.
YHC explained the routine at YJ’s request, revealing that had YJ known what a back-blaster this workout would be, he may not have been so cavalier in jumping back into the fray. But here we were, so suggested modifications were given, the music was cued up, and the tyrannical EMOM timer was unleashed.
Round 1 was done by all with plenty of confidence, each of us surprised and hopeful at the amount of thrusters we could fit into the 40-ish seconds left after five quick burpees. And that was it—that’s how long the confidence and hope lasted. Round 2 revealed the truth—we were in for a long, awful grind made possible only by the fact that the man next to you wasn’t gonna stop. And the men Wednesday didn’t stop. So, don’t think about how many are left, don’t think about whether you can do it, and definitely don’t take breaks—the loop monster was hot on our heels.
Enron and Valve were driving each other at a breakneck pace, and Pope was popping burpees like they were side straddle hops. YHC, on the other hand, takes a little longer to throw this long, heavy body around, and after seeing Honeysuckle’s performance on Wednesday and hearing that his thruster form was impeccable throughout, my thrusters would have to be real thrusters. Elbows to knees every time. No man should be left alone in his suffering, and doing that many proper thrusters in under 25 minutes is suffering, no matter how low your resting heart rate is.
Pope, Enron, and Valve took off on the 400 meter run, but YHC still had a ways to go. YJ and Smooth were courageously sticking with it. Smooth even commented that he was already farther along than he got on Wednesday. What a hoss.
The numbers kept creeping along, with every thrusters and burpee bought at a high price. They each felt valuable, but there were still so, so many required before the rewards of rest and pride could be attained.
YHC hoped irrationally that the second half would at least start off a little easier given the recovery mosey and the change up of exercises, but the EMOM thrusters, though doable, did not pair well with the effort to max out burpees. YHC thought maybe shrinking the expectations of how many burpees were actually doable in the time given would bring some relief, but it only meant more thrusters. It was a cruel trap with only one long, agonizing way out.
Eventually, as with most things in life, the few burpees every minute did actually add up to 100, and it was time to rejoin the land of the living , where people generally have hope and a sense of humor.
After a needed recovery mosey (once YHC could rise from the ground) it was time for the PAX to take the load off Annie/YJ, so we all took the necessary amount of burpees to get him to 100, and then turned our attention to Smooth. He peacefully let us know that he’d been in a thruster loop for quite a while and felt no pressure to get out of it. It was like watching your friend get slowly eaten by a monster, but he’s like, “It’s ok, brother. These things happen. This isn’t my first, and it won’t be my last.”
With two minutes left, we did some Hello Dollies and LBC’s in puddles to get us to 7:30, and then it was back to the flag for shirt swapping and COT.
The Fire Within went to Valve for some cool reason (does anyone even listen to those anymore? Or have the reasons become too arbitrary? Valve noticed this, and brought it to YHC’s attention. It could be anything from a manly performance to a well placed fart. Each named shirt may need some clearly assigned criteria for what earns it. That could get fun.) Smooth earned the new Phil the Hurt by willingly doing IPC twice. Not sure how it’s gonna fit, though.
YJ prayed us out, and we’re grateful for the 24 hours of not having to think about/
dread the next one. Yet, somehow, there’s nothing quite like September. Grateful to suffer with you fellas.
SYITG,
Goose