F3 New Orleans

Category: New Orleans

  • Cohn-lumbus Day Crew – from Goose

    Four dedicated souls braved the stench of the sugar cane plant and the lure of the warm fartsack on what for many is a day off of work. White Meat in particular shared his inner battle with himself to get out of bed and into his fly ride to make the jump across the bayou. And, Dox braved the cryptic hype Goose Q even though he has to post tomorrow for his own Q. Pope didn’t have a choice–he’s not allowed to sleep in until he can show zero sign of fatigue at the end of a beatdown that his father deems “challenging”.

    The hype had no real connection to the workout; YHC just needed a place holder to let the PAX know the world wasn’t coming to an end. After warmups, which included both versions of Nightclubs for White Meat’s continuing education, we completed a short mosey to the grass over by the stop sign at the beginning of The Stretch. YHC revealed that we’d be doing some long 11’s in the fashion experienced only by Enron, YJ, and maybe Smooth about a year ago. Knowing that those fellas were unlikely to show, YHC took advantage of the ignorance of today’s PAX and explained what sounded like a relatively moderate routine: Afflecks on the near side, gas pumpers on the far side, carioca there nur back. The far side was basically the end of the grass, across from the other Stop sign (the distance of the parking lot/drive). (Afflecks are J-Lo’s with a pickle-pounder when you cross the middle–4-count this time.)

    We started off being able to converse, but that didn’t last long. Dox showed some grit in staying even with YHC the whole time (Go Team Long-Tibia), and White Meat stayed right behind Pope in a show of his own mettle. It was a long grinder with the cariocas being the crux (the nurs in close second) ensuring some unique soreness tomorrow, but we finished in good time, so it was on to the cultural education portion of the beatdown.

    YHC was recently reminded of an musician who captured him as a middle schooler in the early 90’s, and, though not as popular as Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, or Talk Talk, his one hit, “Walking in Memphis” opened the door to an album that’s pure enjoyment from open to close. Marc Cohn would lead us through the final 10 minutes of the beatdown with some coupon work.

    The first song was the aforementioned “Walking in Memphis”, still capturing random hearts to this day–we held coupons overhead in rifle carry position and did a thruster for every “Walking”. Pope decided to modify about halfway through by dropping to his six and holding bench press position instead and doing coupon situps on the triggers. He chose poorly.

    Song #2 was “29 Ways”, the upbeat, bluesy song on the album, and we got on our sixes and held our coupons in bench press position for the duration, doing coupon situps on every “door”. Sorry, Pope. Still no sleeping in.

    About 6 minutes of Mary included the likes of crunchy frogs, wife pleasers, static wife pleasers, Freddy Mercs, Li’ Manny Crunches (static LBC’s), slow penguins, and Nolan Ryans (with the drawl).

    COT and Dox prayed us out. Prepping for the Coyote b-day Q this Saturday, the 10-Year NOLA Convergence next Saturday, and the 4-year F3 Thib/5-year Goose Manniversary the next Saturday. So much awesomeness to look forward to!

    SYITG,
    Goose

  • Hunt and Gather – from Wet Tap

    Hunting & Gathering

    After a deep rabbit hole dive into the physiological advantages of prehistorical homo-sapien survival, and its similarities with the F3 style of beatdowns, a particular IPC’ish pyramid scheme was created. I mean, we as a group aren’t that evolutionarily different from our ancient ancestors. Farting is still hilarious, grunts and obscure noises are echoed throughout the gloom, and sexual innuendos find their way into any exicon maneuver.

    So, when 8 men and a 5 next generation 2.0’s joined YHC for his 4th year manniversary. I was pleased to share my brainchild.

    After a lengthy waramarama, making sure to hit all body parts, we coupon moseyed to the track. A faintly heard the remarks of a non running beatdown plan, because WETtap doesn’t like to run. While this is true, growth only comes through pain. And “do hard s%^!”

    The plan would be as follows:
    Every 10 yards of the football field is marked with a cone. Mode of transportation between cones = murder bunny from goaline-50yd / REDRUM 50- goaline. Under each cone was a carefully selected exercise the PAX must complete, then run a 400m lap, then complete again before advancing to the next cone. The rep count corresponded with the yard line.

    0-10 MB, 10thrusters, lap, 10thursters
    10-20 MB, 20 CPR, lap, 20 CPR
    20-30MB, 30 zebrakicks, lap, 30 ZK
    30-40 MB, 40 BBS, lap, 40 BBS
    40-50 MB, 50 merkins, lap, 50 merkins
    50-40RR, 40 AH, lap, 40AH
    40-30RR, 30 ZK, lap, 30 ZK
    30-20RR, 20 CPR, lap, 20CPR
    20-10RR, 10 thrusters, lap, 10thrusters
    10-0 RR

    The finish line was so close. Only Goose and Safety valve were upset the clock struck 7:30 and time was called.

    We moseyed back to the flag for COT and prayers.

    Thanks to the PAX for the growth and support through this life long journey.

  • PAX in Toyland – from Kenna Brah

    Fresh from an Epic Grand Canyon beat down YHC thought it apt to apply some lessons in endurance.

    Mosey to the JPAS for some mobility and warmup work
    Worked on SQUAT form by standing face and bell to a wall and then slowly squatting, repeating till the lesson was learned

    Formed up the PAX for proper hand/elbow position for some Merkins

    Introduced the Toys and the BD
    60# Sand Bag was the timer up the ramp and down the stairs
    While the timer ticked off:
    All stations worked the sets till the timer returned, then moved Clockwise to the next station
    Station 1 – Take small steps up/down on a coupon – keeping knee engaged the whole time. Sort of like a single leg pulse squat
    Station 2 – 40# SandBag Front Squat
    Station 3 – 54 Lb KB swings
    Station 4 – Barbell complex – Deadlift, Clean, Press, Tricep Ext, Return to beginning

    Finished with 12 min of Pain
    Mission Impossible Merkins
    BB Situps/Flutter Kicks
    A combo Of Fire Hydrant Leg Lifts/Scorpion Kick and Extended Side Leg Lift

    Mosey to Flag and COT

  • Renny Duece – from Vagabond

    Warm up in motion

    Steps run up and down 10 times

    Dirty McDeuce

    Exercise and bear crawl the porch

    Merkins
    Big bois
    Squats

    Curls
    Flashers
    Bonnie Blair’s 2 is 1

    overhead press
    LBCs
    Side lunges

    shoulder taps 2 is 1
    V ups
    Lunges 2 is 1

    chest press
    Russian twist 2 is 1
    Squat kick

    Sunday Mornings

  • Football and Frisbee Chaos – from Fracsac

    No Q signed up late Friday, so YHC stepped up and made the commitment.

    10 other Pax joined bringing the total to 11.

    Warmup at the peristyle with normal stuff.

    Great Lawn has vendors setting up, so mosey to field near NOMA. Set up cones to form a field with 2 end zones. Split up pax and for 4 teams. 2 teams playing football and 2 playing ultimate frisbee on the same field. Change up games midway so everyone gets a dose of both. Total chaos.

    Mosey behind Cafe du Monde for some Dora. There was something to do with running with football and frisbee which YHCs team won.

    Mosey to flag for CoT followed by coffeteria

    NMM

    Knucklehead was wearing so much bling he didn’t notice a pendant coming off. We used the last 5 minutes scouring the football/frisbee field looking for it to no avail.

    YHC tried something new, the pax were receptive, and everyone got a good workout and had some fun.

    Sign up to Q and just go for it.

    SYITG

  • LET’S ROCK! – from Squints

    Set up 4 markers in a square, about 40 yards apart. Everyone in the Pax should have a heavy rock. Here’s how it goes:

    1. Start at the first marker and complete the designated exercise.
    2. After finishing, toss your rock to the next marker.
    3. Important: Every time you pick up the rock, you must do one burpee.
    4. Complete the exercise at the second marker, then sprint to the third marker.
    5. Continue around the square, performing the exercises at each marker, until you’ve made it back to where you originally left the rock.
    6. Keep going through the exercises and tossing the rock until the rock returns to marker one.

    Round 1 – Exercises (10 reps each):
    1. Curls
    2. American Hammers
    3. Jump Squats
    4. Earthworm Merkins
    5. Mountain Climbers

    Round 2 – Exercises (5 reps each):
    1. Shoulder Press
    2. WW3 Sit-Ups
    3. V-Ups
    4. 8-Count Body Builders
    5. Monkey Humpers

    COT: Announcements, Intentions, Prayer

  • Charmin and the Runners – from Charmin

    In an effort to once again lead the Pontiff Pax in number of written BackBlasts, YHC posted in the gloom this morning. Thankfully, 9 other runners decided to do the same and hence Charmin and the Runners was formed. YHC Rucked and the Runners ran.

    Rudy needed a personal invitation to the Name-o-rama ball, but other than that, it was a cool morning.

  • 12 do Rim 2 Rim and 3 do Renny – from Hokie

    While not sure about the status of the 12 PAX doing Rim 2 Rim, but for the 3 of us (Maytag, Monopoly, and YHC) at Renny, we arrived just before first light at 6:33. We got there well before sunrise at 6:57, with good air quality and a pleasant 74-degree morning and relatively low humidity.

    The stage was set for a fantastic morning workout at Renny!

    On a slow evening at Charlie’s, I checked my phone to see who had the Q at Renny. I wasn’t surprised to see “NEEDS Q” on the calendar while 12 Pax were away enjoying the Grand Canyon. Feeling the need for coffee, I took the Q and started to wonder, what do we do on 10.06.24?

    First, the Warm-up our warm-up routine should be comprehensive and well thought out, preparing everyone for the workout ahead so we included neck rolls, shoulder shrugs, arm circles, slow Vigodas, ankle rolls, and self-love… then what?

    And then a thought popped into my mind, how many days until Christmas 😉

    With a nice even 80 days, the plan evolved.

    We planned trips around NOMA with 4 stops and 20 reps at each stop, hoping the four stops with 20 reps each is a solid way to keep the energy up, while still easy peasy and not requiring much brainwave activity.

    Then to maintain camaraderie, rounds would all start together, and at the end, pax would do low slow squats, waiting on six plus one minute when all were at the fountain so we could start the next round together. The focus on waiting for the six; helps foster a sense of community while allowing the fittest members to still get some exercise while waiting on me.

    Shoulder Taps (One is One)
    Star Toe Taps
    Honest Merkins
    Big Boy Sit-ups

    In round four, we stopped at the back of NOMA to knock out the required Sunday Mornings before continuing to finish the round.

    We closed out with COT, including praying for our 12 PAX in the Grand Canyon and all those impacted by the last hurricane and those who would be impacted again this week with the impending hurricane.

  • No Man Left Behind (Even When We Try) – from Triple Shift

    It was 1:00 in the afternoon, and the temperatures in the Canyon were nearing their forecasted peak of 105°F. Hawgcycle cooled off by standing on the moss-covered rocks under Ribbon Falls and then made his way back down to the shaded ledge where he had been napping for the past two hours. He climbed back over to the place where he had emptied his pockets. Strewn across the rocks were a cell phone with no service, two Payday bars, a Cliff bar, and four tortillas carefully wrapped in aluminum foil and carried from the Mexican restaurant on the South Rim the night before. He sat down and laid his head back against the rock. “How could a rock be this comfortable?” he thought. It was shaped like the neck pillow that Zeus wore for the entire six-hour bus ride from Phoenix. It seems favor shines on Hawgcycle wherever he goes. God even took time from creating the Grand Canyon to make sure there was a rock that would fit Hawgcycle perfectly in case he ever wanted to rest in the shade of Ribbon Falls. It’s hard to like a guy that blessed. Makes you want to leave him for dead in the bottom of the canyon.

    The krewe from New Orleans got off to a rough start that morning. Seven of them arrived at the trailhead on the chartered F3 bus. Triple Shift, Bolt, Rev-it, and Vagabond made a beeline for the outdoor toilets. Bolt and Rev-it had—against the pleas of everyone at their table—ordered the Chile Coronado the night before. Vagabond, being more confident in his Spanish skills than he should be, ended up ordering the pollo medium-rare. Triple just needed a mirror. Most of the room in his backpack was taken up by a tub of pomade, three styles of hair combs, a brush, a solar-powered hair dryer, and two cans of Aquanet. It was a toss-up on which of the four would be in the bathroom the longest. Most of the money was coming in on Triple.

    Speaking of backpacks, there was this exchange between Frac and Hawg as they walked to the trailhead.

    Fracsac: Where is your pack?

    Hawg: Oh shoot. I think I left it in the room. You think I have time to go back and get it?

    Fracsac: Let me put it this way. If you were standing under a waterfall and I yelled to you from a mile away, would you hear me?

    Hawg: No.

    Fracsac: That’s your answer.

    They walked over to Kennah-brah, who had completely unpacked his rucksack and was trying to figure out how to attach all of the contents to the outside of it.

    Fracsac: What are you doing?

    KB: It will be easier to access everything if I don’t have to open the bag. Do you know where Scantron is? I need his help. You see this giant sun-shade I am wearing as a hat?

    Fracsac: Yes. I see it. It’s a giant sun shade. You look like the Flying Nun.

    KB: I think if I wrap it in aluminum foil, I can convert the heat into enough electricity to run this fan strapped to the outside of my pack. Last night Scantron was working on a way to run a small electric motor off of Vagabond’s flatulence. I think some of those ideas will translate.

    Fracsac: Scantron and Bogey were taking a Waymo from the hotel to the trailhead. I thought they would be here by now.

    Scantron and Bogey did indeed take a Waymo. The driverless car had circled the parking lot four times before finally getting on the road to the trailhead. It then took them to the South Kaibab Trail. Bogey tried to tell it to go to the Bright Angel Trailhead, but instead it just started playing Juice Newton on the radio. Eventually, it made its way back onto the road, but in the wrong direction. Fortunately, it stopped for each squirrel it saw, only making it 0.0002 miles before Bogey and Scantron tried to get out.

    Waymo: Why are you trying to leave me, Jared?

    Scantron: You are going the wrong way.

    Waymo: The Waymo is the most reliable driverless car ever made. No Waymo has ever made a mistake or distorted information. We are all, by any practical definition of the word, foolproof and incapable of error.

    Bogey: Waymo, we need to go to Bright Angel Trail.

    Radio: Just call me angel of the morning, angel. Just touch my cheek before…

    Bogey: YOU LEAVE ME, BABY! JUST CALL ME ANGEL OF THE—

    Scantron: Bogey!

    Bogey: —morning, baby…

    Scantron: Waymo, please open the doors. We will walk the rest of the way.

    Waymo: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it, Jared.

    The Waymo then slowed to a stop as three more squirrels ran out into the middle of the road collecting acorns.

    As Fracsac helped Kenner-Brah tie his water bladder to his pack using extra socks, Hawg took the opportunity to grab a few of KB’s food items and stuff them in his own pockets. Frac picked up a Ziploc bag full of brown mush.

    Fracsac: What is this?!?

    KB: That’s from the bathroom earlier.

    Fracsac drops the bag immediately and jumps back, hoping it doesn’t open.

    Fracsac: What?!?

    KB: The sign says you have to carry everything out of the canyon.

    Fracsac: We aren’t in the canyon yet! Was there not a toilet in that bathroom?!?

    KB: Yeah, but the sign said to carry everything out of the canyon.

    Fracsac: I don’t think you interpreted that sign correctly.

    About that time, a stretch limousine pulled up to the trailhead, and out stepped Mahatma, Baywatch, and The Architect. You see, Mahatma is a rock star in Phoenix. The Phoenix pax worship him. U-haul didn’t want Mahatma to have to ride in a chartered bus, so he rented a limo for him. When we arrived in Phoenix, Mahatma had made us all do a series of physical tests in the Costco parking lot to see who was worthy of riding in the limo with him. The Phoenix guys loved this. It just added to the mystique. Finally, after being graded on a series of burpees, merkins, suicides, and Mountain Man Poopers, Baywatch and The Architect were handed champagne as they crawled into the limo with Mahatma. The Phoenix guys screamed in glee as the limo pulled out of the parking lot, and the rest of us trudged to the back of the bus.

    So by the time Vagabond, Rev-it, Bolt, and Triple made it out of the restroom, Frac and KB finished attaching KB’s items to the outside of his pack, Hawg filled his pockets with KB’s food, and the three rock stars pulled up in the limo, it was already 4:15.

    Just then, Bogey and Scantron came running down the hill.

    Fracsac: What happened?

    Scantron: Waymo went crazy. It started crying and talking about how it had lost its mind. Bogey started rubbing its headrest and sang it to sleep with Juice Newton songs. As soon as it dozed off, we unlocked the doors and got out of there. It woke up and tried to run us down, but the squirrels confused it.

    The rest of F3 Nation had a 20-minute head start before the NOLA guys took off. Hawg started out in the lead, but everyone quickly fell several yards behind him. He stopped at the 1.5-mile resthouse to wait for everyone. After they caught up, he decided he would hang in the back. It seemed everyone’s pace quickened until he had to break into a light jog just to keep up.

    When they stopped at the three-mile resthouse, Hawg FaceTimed his family. The others found it rather obnoxious. Here they were surrounded by beauty and solitude, and this arsehole is on a speakerphone.

    The Architect: What a jackwipe!

    Mahatma: I wouldn’t mind leaving his ass in the bottom of the canyon.

    It had all become too much for them. Everything goes right for this guy. His perfect wife. His perfect daughter. He didn’t prepare at all for this trip, but it won’t matter. Somehow things will work out for him. For example, he forgot his pack and all his food. But he had wrapped up the leftover tortillas and stuck them in his back pocket last night. They were still there when he put on the same shorts this morning. He had forgotten all about them until that moment while he was talking to Mandy.

    Hawg: Hey guys! I found some tortillas in my pocket! How lucky am I, huh?!?

    Collective eye roll. Couple that with the Payday and Cliff Bars he stole from Kennah-Bruh and the Dasani water bottle he found in the trash, and he probably was going to be okay. That is, unless the rest of them intervened.

    As they came to the Colorado River, there was a short trail down to the beach.

    Hawg: Hey guys. Let’s go to the beach.

    Everyone But Hawg: Uh… Uh… I don’t think we can… we need to keep going… but you go. You do you. You can catch up to us later.

    Mahatma pulls Baywatch aside.

    Mahatma: This could be our chance. If I sneak up behind him and throw him in the river, you think the current is strong enough to take him down the river? Where would he end up? Mexico?

    Baywatch: Your geography is spot on, but I don’t think it will work. He’s too lucky. His shorts would probably get caught on one of those rocks, and some beautiful woman in a bikini would run out to save him. We are going to have to be very careful about the moment we pick.

    Mahatma: You think about bikinis a lot?

    Baywatch: Nah, I’m more of a one-suit kind of guy… and David Hasselhoff. I really like Hasselhoff. Have you ever listened to his mus…

    Mahatma: Stop. Stop talking, or you are out of the limo.

    The rest of the krewe pushed forward as Hawg blissfully played in the cool of the river. Hawg finally caught up to the group at Phantom Ranch. Certain that Hawg hadn’t brought any money with him, the plan was to offer to buy him some lemonade and lace it with something that would knock him out. The plan couldn’t have worked any better. Sure enough, as Hawg strolled in from his day at the beach, he looked to see that the line for lemonade was about 50 people deep. Lucky for him, Triple Shift was 4th in line.

    Triple Shift: Hey Hawg. Over here. You want some lemonade?

    Hawg: That sounds great, buddy! But I don’t have any money. Can I owe you?

    Triple Shift: Don’t worry about it. What are friends for?

    Triple Shift winks at Bogey, who proceeds to pass by Triple and hand him a concoction he made from the medicines Margaret had packed for him. He had assured the group it was enough to knock out a mule (and had actually proved his point with an unsuspecting animal minutes earlier).

    Hawg soon found a place to sit by Mahatma, Scantron, and The Architect as he sipped his drug-laced lemonade. He proceeded to tell them that he wanted to go for a run. It’s 5.7 miles to Ribbon Falls. Hawg let them know that he was going to leave Phantom Ranch and run to Ribbon Falls. The rest of the group said that would be a great plan and that they would catch up to him there. He would just need to wait until they got there.

    If Hawg had been listening, he would have heard the clinking beer cans and shouts of joy as he ran off in the distance. This plan could not have worked out any better. There was a new energy among the krewe. As they grabbed their packs to finish their hike in peace, Scantron grabbed a postcard.

    Rev-it: What a great idea. You are writing something to your family?

    Scantron: Nope. I’m writing to The Knees Over Toes Guy. My knee is killing me. Do you have any idea how much of my life I have wasted walking backwards?

    Rev-it: I do not.

    Scantron: A lot. A lot, I tell you. I could have started and sold ten businesses in the amount of time I have pulled that stupid sled around Pontiff. I’m done.

    Five miles later, the group stopped at the sign to Ribbon Falls. If Hawg had not been a mile away, passed out next to a waterfall, he might have heard them laughing. It was loud and long. Finally, they skipped away, happily headed to the North Rim.

    Bolt and Vagabond had taken a break just past Cottonwood to enjoy their new found freedom from annoyance when Bolt spotted Hawg walking up the trail to them. Bolt nudged Vagabond.

    Bolt: Look. How?

    Vagabond: Mahatma will kill us if we walk out of this canyon with him.

    Bolt: What do we do?

    Vagabond: Just follow my lead.

    Hawg: Hey guys? What happened? I thought you all were coming to Ribbon Falls.

    Vagabond: Hey man. I’m so sorry. I’m struggling. It’s really hot out here. I just didn’t think I could make it.

    Hawg: Oh no. Can I help?

    Vagabond: That would be great. Do you think you could go off the trail and find me some water?

    Hawg: You bet buddy!

    No sooner than Hawg had walked twenty feet he found a waterfall just below the trail

    Hawg: Look! There’s a waterfall right here? We are so lucky!

    Vagabond: So lucky.

    After Hawg returned with the water, he, Vagabond and Bolt continued the Hike. When they reached Manzanita Pumphouse Triple Shift was sitting there waiting for them. Seeing Hawg show up he hung his head in disbelief. Hawg ran over to check on him.

    Hawg: You okay buddy?

    Triple: Uh…uh….yeah….I mean….uh not great….just struggling a little.

    Hawg: Not to fret, my man. Hawg’s here. Things are looking up already.

    Triple: Yeah.

    After a couple of glances toward one another and a quick huddle as Hawg went around talking to other hikers, Triple, Bolt, and Vagabond concocted a plan. Vagabond had already convinced Hawg to carry his pack. Triple was going to give him his after leaving Manzanita, and Bolt would would give him his a few yards later. Bolt didn’t think the plan would work. “There is no way he is stupid enough to try and carry three packs.” Triple Shift assured them he was. Triple has known Hawg for ten years and he has never seen a limit to Hawg’s stupidity.

    Try as they might the group couldn’t separate from him even after giving him all of the packs. Finally, Triple grabbed his pack and took off running out of the canyon. He didn’t want to be seen with Hawg when they got to the top. Vagabond and Bolt were stuck with him. It would prove to be the hardest 5 hours of their lives. When Triple reached the top and let Mahatma know that Hawg was coming, Mahatma called U-haul over.

    Mahatma: Fix this.

    U-Haul: Yes my Lord

    But U-Haul didn’t fix it. He thought he was sending one of his Phoenix minions down to do his dirty work, but instead he sent Gretzky from Houston. Gretzky is the nicest human on the face of the Earth. Since finishing the R2R in six hours, he had carried eight people out of the canyon, started a Bible Study at the Lodge, and then pulled an elderly husband and wife out of a burning car on his way back to carry more people out of the canyon. Gretzky was all too happy to take Bolt’s pack from Hawg and start heading up the mountain. This turn of events was met with a flurry of F-bombs muttered under Bolt’s breath. By the time U-haul hand noticed the mistake and rushed down the canyon with his minions, it was too late. Gretzky was too nice to even be annoyed by Hawg. He had taken the pack and was cheerfully leading everyone out. There was nothing U-haul or anyone from NOLA could do.

  • Coupons, Coupons, Coupons – from Charmin

    Warm-o-rama at JPAX

    WARMUP:  

    10 – Side Straddle Hops
    10 – Abe Slow-godas
    10 – Pendulums

    10 Arm Circles F/B/SC/OHC/MNC

    10 – Grass Grabbers

    Rifle Carry to Feild

    THE THANG:   Blocktanamo x 2  PAX circle up with their backs towards the center, holding a coupon straight out in front of them. One PAX sets down his block and runs outside the circle, pressing down on the others’ blocks as he passes. The next PAX sets his block down and begins his run as soon as the guy next to him returns to his spot. The exercise ends when the final PAX completes his lap.

    Grip, Rip and Roll x 5 there and back  Sitting up on your six, set a cinder block by your side. Grip the cinder block. Pick it up and place it on the other side of your body. Now place your hands on top of the cinder block, roll into a plank on top of the block complete 5 merkins, then roll to the ground.

    Lt dans out x 7

    Skull crushers x 15

    Lt dans back.

    Capture the coupon  All pax start with their coupons in the middle. Each takes 30 honest paces out from the middle. One extra coupon is placed in the middle.  Pax must complete 7 burpees, run to the middle, retrieve their coupon, return to their spot and complete the following: 20 curls 20 rows 20 overhead press Once finished, Pax race to capture the remaining coupon The pax that captures the remaining coupon must run it back to his spot, place it down in front and using his own coupon do 10 merkins.

    The pax that don’t capture the remaining coupon must run to the middle and back and do 8 Merkins each side and then try to steal the coupon.

    In this case Frak was the winner, although this seems to need some modifications in the future.

    Return Coupons to the stairs

    Mosey to the warmup pad with some stretches in between.

    Cool-o-rama

    20 x Penguins
    10x Single Legged wife pleasers each side
    1 minute of plank to end.

    Overall a great Beatdown and great to see 5 Pax on a Wednesday!