F3 New Orleans

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  • Afternoon Delight German “Cawfee” Edition – from Willie

    The Afternoon Delight relocated from its typical AO location to the City Park Mothership for ann Afternoon Delight German edition. We started the workout with a disclaimer and we set off to warm up in the field adjacent to NOMA. I did put together a German Delight playlist littered with the “Chicken Dance” throughout. If the Chicken Dance came up, that was 5 Burpees for the PAX. It hit us on the first SONG! The warm up consisted of the following all in cadence:

    SSHx20, Arm Circles F/Bx10, Imperial Walkersx20, Mountain Climbersx20, Downward Dog stretch for 15 seconds.

    Next we partnered up at the foot of NOMA for a DORA 123 German style. Exercises were 100 LBTs (2/1), 200 Shoulder Taps (1/1), 300 Rocky Balboas (2/1). During thee transition from running to exercising each pair had to doe si doe reminiscent of Clark Griswald German dancing during Oktoberfest in the movie “European Vacation.”

    Next the PAX gathered in a Ring of Fire for a Burpee Palooza, name that Artist. The PAX did 3 Burpees while the new song started to play, the PAX to the left had to name the artist of the song. Miss and that was 5 more burpees, get it right, 10 air squats. Here are the results to the best of my recollection:

    Mr. Brightside – the Killers – SOGO – Burpees
    Shout at the Devil – Motley Crue – Walker – Squats
    Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond – Couch -Burpees
    Block Rockin Beats – Chemical Bros – Blowout- Burpees
    Sexy Back – Justine Timberlake – Pipeline – Squats
    Elvira – Oak Ridge Boys – Douille – Squats
    What A Fool Believes – Doobie Bros – Subprime – Burpees
    Chicken Dance – 5 Burpees
    FUN – Pitbull – Almonaster – Burpees
    For Those About To Rock – ACDC – Strings – Burpees (Can’t believe he missed it!)
    Africa – Toto – Manchovy – Burpees
    Aint no Mountain High Enough – Michael McDonald – Whopper – Burpees
    All I Do Is Win – DJ Kahled – Big Willie – Burpees
    Any Way You Want it – Journey – ??? Squats
    Black Dog – Led Zeppelin – Wille – Squats

    It’s quite clear that the PAX does not pay attention to who sings the song….

    We an back to the flag, closed with a traditional COT and adjourned to the Deutsches Haus for some German “Cawfee,” and were met by several cawfee only PAX. It was a beautiful night! Always a pleasure to lead such a great group of men, even if they don’t know their music.

  • Death is Temporary – from Goose

    YHC thought it appropriate to capitalize on the cardio boost most of the PAX have experienced as a result of participating in the May Challenge as well as the increase in tenacity and mental toughness. And, stepping down the intensity could be a slippery slope. Only one way to go! DEATH!!
    It is YHC’s understanding that in the earliest days of Christianity, when they would baptize someone, they would bring them to a river, put them all the way under water, and then hold them there until they started to panic and fight before bringing them up. This was to give the baptizee a real, felt experience of the reality of death in the process of receiving the gift of new life. Any taste of the reality of your own mortality changes you, grounds you, and shines new, clearer light on all the other aspects of your life.
    So, what better day than a day in which we’re proud of what we’ve accomplished, what we’ve built over the month of May, to feel our own mortality.

    We started with a warmup of the usuals along with some Willie Mays Hayes before Indian running (regular type) up the levee, around half the lake, and onto the tennis courts. In a nod to Dox, YHC brought along Oontz and a sea shanty about the death of an honored general (“General Taylor” by Great Big Sea). This was where YHC realized that Oontz hadn’t somehow gained strength by resting him for a few months. This didn’t bode well for what was to come.

    On the tennis courts, the PAX waited patiently while YHC and Pope set up yet another Bleep Test, once again measuring wrongly, too short this time (that first lap felt way too easy), though after the beatdown looking back, I’m sure many were grateful for the rest.
    Once we finally got it right, Oontz was fired up–he already seemed nervous during the Indian Run, and without JBL or BAPS available, I could tell he also felt like the benchwarmer who had been called up after everyone else caught the stomach bug or something. His bleeps were barely audible despite multiple threats and ridicule, but the game went on, and the PAX performed exceedingly well.
    The first few times we did this, most PAX didn’t make it out of the 30’s (number of lengths run, not official Bleep Test scoring, which is weird). Last time, at The Stage, most didn’t start falling away until the 40’s and some into the 50’s. Today, though, there was not one PAX who dropped off until around 60. No joke. Once out, the rules were you had to plank up or complete 25 merkins (or Big Boys) to buy your way back in, which they did. We ultimately finished at 70, blowing our numbers from two weeks ago (or so) out of the water. I think it was because of the hype speech YHC was giving while measuring (and remeasuring): men who fought in battles, who sprinted across fields toward enemies who were sprinting at them, who rode into hand to hand combat with no fear of death or knowledge of the outcome, who still bust down doors with no certainty of what’s behind them, at some point stopped trying to calculate their odds of survival. They didn’t self-evaluate to see how tired they were or wonder how much longer they could endure; they just moved. And, today, we grew in our ability to let go of wondering how much more we can do, in our ability to push off the temptation to say, “Ok, but only 3 or 2 or 1 more of these.” We still, of course, have a long way to go, which is why the 2nd thang was what it was.

    After multiple 10-counts, we moseyed back to the Lion, picked up our blocks, and moved to the sidewalk. We lined up and YHC explained that we would be doing 11’s: bicep curls on this end and tricep curls at the next (20-25 yards). Transportation would be lunge walks (with coupon) there and rifle carry back. YHC heard a couple of groans, saw some mouths drop open, and in a couple of faces, just blank surrender–the decision to just enter into the pain without trying to measure it, cuz, hey, who of us actually deserves ease and comfort?
    The first few laps were hard, which YHC expected–muscles gotta wake up and get with the program. After 5 or 6, YHC could feel the temptation to modify it to 7’s instead of 11’s, but then I remembered the many times I just kept pushing, grinding one more lap, then another, without wondering how many more I could take, not giving myself the choice to stop, and it’s amazing how much further you can go when you stop giving yourself a way out. We had the time, so we just kept going. And the rest of the PAX did, too. It was a beautiful thing to see.

    We finished right at 6:00, but the pride and gratitude of what we had just accomplished together (and over the past month) didn’t hit until after about 4 or 5 minutes (after the heart rate dropped back down to normal). There was no Animal shirt (or GiGi), but the each man’s performances could’ve easily earned it. (YHC was waiting for French to crush another coupon, and was a little disappointed that he didn’t. Three in a row would’ve been epic.)

    COT and French Horn prayed us out–safe travels for the many out this weekend and gratitude for what we’ve been given. YHC is certainly grateful for the men who posted this morning and shared a healthy little taste of death. Nothing binds you together as brothers better than that!

    SYITG,
    Goose

  • Kotter Thursday – from Bolt

    Knowing another man was counting on me to keep him accountable kept me accountable and kept me from fart sacking. This is what’s valuable about F3. Two ran, three walked, four rucked, and all were accountable.

  • Fubar – from Goose

    FUBAR.
    It’s a term you may have heard if you, like me, have spent part of your Memorial Day weekend watching Spielberg’s great film where Captain Miller leads his men behind enemy lines to rescue Private James Ryan. The entire mission is classified as Fubar from the very beginning from the men, but they learn that only with the strength of one another and trusting the lead of their Captain will they successfully complete their mission. Today Being Memorial Day, it was only right that we should suffer a little bit more than usual to pay our respects for the men and women that have served our country so bravely by giving their life. This was the very reason Private Ryan needed to be rescued – because his brothers had given their very lives for the sake of their country.

    _____

    YHC barely arrived on time to find 9 PAX already at the Stage with coupons arranged in the most organized fashion. Warmups consisted of SSH, windmills, and high knees. Before YHC could complete warmups, Cardinal arrived carrying some speed in his Vandebilt blue speed wagon. Warmpus finished with butt kicks, and mountain climbers.

    Thang 1
    – Partner Bropee Mile Indian Run w/ Bonnie Blair’s –
    YHC’s list of strengths might be running and cardio, but giving clear directions definitely did not make the list. The PAX partnered up and completed 5 Bonnie Blair’s before racing to the front of the partner Indian line, stopping every 1/4 mile and completing some Bropees (a burpee completed alongside your parter ending in a high ten at the top of the squat jump). YHC had the Pax breathing hard, and by the time the group reached the half mile mark, the sounds of some old animal filled the quiet of the early morning. The only thing to distract from the animalistic breathing sounds were the welcome butt slaps from those running to the front of the line. In total, 28 bropees were completed.

    Thang 2
    – Ascending Testicles & Coupon Lunges –
    YHC’s thorough reading of the Exicon introduced the PAX to a few new exercises – one of them being Ascending Testicles (a cousin of balls to the wall – declined merkins that progressively have a more extreme angle). The Pax would complete 10 merkins on ground level, 10 declined merkins on the bench part of a picnic table, and 10 declined merkins from the table part of a picnic table, followed by lunging with a coupon to a different picnic bench across the pitch. This would complete one set. Ultimate VQ hype man/DJ extraordinaire POO-X came to the rescue by providing tunes to motivate everyone to push through the rush of blood to their brains. In total three sets were completed, leaving time for the final thang.

    Thang 3
    – Butkus + Lion King + a lil’ jog –
    Heart rates were resting in a steady zone 3, so a ten count was in order (YHC has no recollection of who let two 10 counts, because at this point, his mind was complete fubar). Another jumble of instructions from YHC proved to confuse the Pax. Perhaps it was the terrible instructions, or perhaps it was the mumble chatter coming from the marketing trio of Tana, Horn, and Joe, but YHC had to pipe up, let those furballs descend, and use an “outside” voice to finish explaining butkus (rapid step ups on a curb for at least a minute) and Lion King (low squat into a thruster with a coupon). Much to YHC’s surprise, the pax crushed three sets of 1min Butkus, 1min Lion King, and a lap around the pitch. Smooth was locked in pretending that coupon was one of his rugrats, and Horn couldn’t control his strength and began his streak of crushing coupons with his bare hands.

    The morning ended with two minutes of Mary – Freddie Mercury’s, leg raises, and probably something else – but YHC’s mind was indeed fubar by this point and thus no new memories were able to be made.

    6:00am arrived sooner than YHC anticipated, and it proved to be bittersweet. The nerves from the VQ were gone, and only laughs and sweat were to behold. Hopes of 13.0 strain filled the air, and YHC found himself basking in those good good endorphins that only F3 Thibodaux can produce.

    __________

    So, the Memorial Day beatdown mission turned out not to be fubar, but instead a witness and sacrifice in thanksgiving for the lives of those gone before us by giving their life. I remain humbled, grateful, and surprised but the continual growth of the men that continue to show up, put out, and suffer much to make themselves and those around them better.

    – Paradiddle

  • DAT DAWG – from Paradox

    7 dawgs at the stage today on a relatively cool May morning.

    We had a smooth purebred Pit always ready to roll. A local German shepherd with a huge litter of puppies brought in the coups. A young French bulldog living the summer lyfe and looking for a fight. An aged and scholarly golden retriever who can still retrieve after he gets his paws stretched. A north La bred bull mastiff who showed up purely for raw steak and Merkins. Rounded out by a greyhound who ran all the way from his kennel in Bourg. A variety of breeds from far and wide but today they were all looking to be Dat Dawg ….

    Duke! stop trying to recreate sweat stains and get the footage!!

    YHC recently saw F3 Nola’s Hawgcycle (still a mystery how to pronounce this) post that his daughter would be following in his shoeless footsteps and raising money for the Special Olympics by running 1 mile a day for 2023. If you had asked a 12 year old YHC to run a single mile I would have had a hard time penciling you in my booked schedule of Cheetos and GoldenEye so I was floored by this effort and knew we had to rally our bayou pax to support.

    Thus DAT DAWG was born …

    Warmup

    The usuals with some extra reps after an intense Diddle VQ yesterday.

    Like any veteran Dawg, ole Jeaux could smell the intensity in the air. A prolonged warmup , a call for BAPS, surrounded by Dox cones. I could see him working through his Rolodex of fartsack excuses but it was too late .

    We grabbed coupons and headed to the Junkyard.

    YHC explained todays cause and that we would pledge $ for each lap completed.

    YHC then took the pax through a tour of the rough 1/2 mile long obstacle course:

    10 coupon curls , run to next cone
    10 big boys Nur to next cone
    10 merkins bearcrawl the pylon thingys and then roughly 60 yard stretch then more pylons. If a car passes you gotta bark (Merkin) . 10 more merkins on the other side. Run to stage.
    10 box jumps and karaoke to bumper
    1 suicide then sprint to junkyard
    10 burpees then mark your territory (chalk )

    Format: Most Laps complete OR the pax in the lead at the end of 30 minutes would be declared ..

    DAT DAWG.

    Notes:

    -Merkins , bearcrawl , merkins continues to be a recipe for success and YJ had such an accurate bark impression I had to double check it wasn’t an actual wild dog.
    -Horn broke another Coupon and is 1 away from joining TreeRoot in the bayou. RIP
    -Several pax pushing the limit of cardio exertion , it was beautiful.
    -BAPs brought the absolute thunder.
    -Ole hC Tana got caught in a late Pickle fartsack and one hateth to lay eyes on such a thing.

    When the dust settled at 5:59 to no one’s surprise Goose was charging up 4.5 laps with Ronnie close on his heels.
    Both displaying beastly inner DAWG.

    YHC called it and presented Goose with the first DAT DAWG chain. (Must see pics)

    It will serve as our “break in case of charitable event “ trophy. If the chips are down or a worthy cause is in need then you can call on DAT DAWG for fast support.

    In all we completed 26 laps of DAT DAWG as a PAX and raised a nice chunk for an excellent cause.

    COT and dat ole dawg Yankee Jeaux prayed us out.

    An honor to lead this pack of Dawgs today .

    SYITG

    Dox

  • 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)

  • Classic Skinny – from Reluctant Yankee

    Today we arrived to the AO Q-less. I stepped up and took over.
    Fun AM because James Vaicius aka Reluctant Tiger decided to join me for a holidy early wake up call. Memorial day TAP for all men killed and wounded defending the US in combat or in defense. And to their families.

    So we ran the parking lot and circled up at the bandstand for a COP.
    SSH, Imp Walker Squats, Roaches, and Mtn Climbers x 20
    Then we ran to the row bars.
    Row bars x 20 was the count. The other groups were burpees, lungees, and shoulder taps
    Then we ran to the bridge: side shuffle, open the gates, toy soldiers per running man
    At the bridge we did Monkey Humpers, LBCs, Peters and Parkers x 20
    Then we ran to the benches
    At the benches we did step ups L/R, dips, Decline and Incline Merks, and R/L Bulgarian Split lunge,
    Then we prisoner ran to the field by the golf course. Explained Mary.

    Here we did O’Mary, Flutters, LB Obliques L/R, and Freddies x 20
    Then we ran to pull ups. Indian Run.
    Each PAX did 5 -10 pull ups then we planked until the 6.
    Then we did HORSES to the STABLE on the golf cart track.

    Happy to do some F3 with these guys. Lots of celebration of Sphinxters successful crawfish boil. And to WIllie’s crawfish.
    Sad that I missed it!
    SYITG

  • Ultimate Mutilation (Mothership 2023-05-28) – from Catfish

    Conditions – Clear, 75-ish degrees F

    The Thang

    Quick Mosey over to the peristyle for a warmup:

    Hip Circles (clockwise) x 10 (in cadence)
    Hip Circles (counterclockwise) x 10 (in cadence)
    Abe Vigodas x 10 (in cadence)
    Grass Grabber x 10 (in cadence)
    SSH x 30 (in cadence)
    Peter Parker x 20 (in cadence)
    Plan Jacks x 20 (in cadence)
    8-Counts x 10 (in cadence)

    Moseyed over to the Great Lawn for a round of the motivator (deconstructed SSH counting down from 10), then split into two teams for 10-ish minutes of ultimate frisbee.

    Lined up into two lines for a frisbee-equipped Indian run – person sprinting would run ahead by 10-15 yards, person in front would throw frisbee. Catch = no penalty. Drop = 3 burpees for ALL PAX. Did this all the way to Stonehenge.

    At Stonehenge, did a round of Jack Webbs, starting from 1-5 merkins, then incremented by 5 to 10 and 15. Back on feet for a round of the Mutilator (Al Gore countdown, Squats, Jump Squats), counting down from 10.

    Continued the mosey to the museum steps for Deep Sea Divers (downward plank going down the steps, starting at the top, hip slappers, taking a step down after each round until the bottom).

    Moved over to the field for some balance-y stuff:

    Left knee hold (right leg down) – 60 seconds
    Right knee hold (left leg down) – 60 seconds
    Left knee front extension x 15 (In cadence)
    Right knee front extension x 15 (In cadence)
    Left knee side extension x 15 (In cadence)
    Right knee side extension x 15 (In cadence)
    Left knee back extension x 15 (In cadence)
    Right knee back extension x 15 (In cadence)

    Frisbee Indian run back to Great Lawn for another 5-10 minutes of ultimate frisbee for the finish. Back to flag for COT, coffee afterwards @ PJ’s.

  • F4 by Pope – from Goose

    If YHC learned anything today, it is that improv is an essential skill in many different scenarios in life; F3 is certainly no exception.
    First, there were the signs… very oddly placed STADIUM CLOSED signs contradicting the wide-open gates from which they hung. And the padlock on the gates behind the goalpost, also open.
    YHC began to worry, since a major part of the thang consisted of material requiring hash marks, then relaxed a bit when Cardinal showed up.
    Then Cardinal dropped the bomb on YHC that the stadium was actually closed this time.
    Not only that, but the field beside Bayou Road was dominated by peewee baseball fence.
    YHC also learned (and please store this in your memory—could come in handy if you get into a similar pickle) that the Chimney is a very versatile backup location.
    YHC began the beatdown revolving around the sport that Yankee Joe had yet to theme—not futbol, not America’s mere pastime of baseball, but America’s sport—with the usual warmups (SSH, windmills, SL, etc.) and debuted A-skips to the warmup arsenal.
    After completing windmills, the gloom was pierced by Paradox’s cry of “Keep it midnight!” and on that somewhat foreboding cue, Dox, Lil Cuz, Piccadilly and Enron pulled off their shirts and blinded the bewildered PAX with neon shirts with the sleeves apparently cut and/or torn off, decorated by the stenciled abbreviation TLM along with the wearer’s name on the back. Dox outdid himself when he and his neon minions donned similarly colored headbands stenciled with #KIP. YHC overcame the shock with great struggle and continued warmups…
    The PAX moseyed to the Chimney and very easily separated into teams: the Midnight Owls (and Enron’s 2.0 FNG Harrison) against all—YHC, Goose, Cardinal, French Horn and Coyote. YHC determined the boundaries and initiated a game of football—football according to Tom Cruise and the Top Gun: Maverick crew. This version of the game (first of all, was originally planned for the Bayou Rd. field) consisted of two footballs, two quarterbacks on the field at one time, and all PAX playing offense and defense at the same time.
    The balls were placed after each play on the spot where the ballcarrier who had gained more yards was stopped, and according to which side of the field in which the line of scrimmage was, the team defending it did 5 8-ct body-builders while the opposing team performed 5 big boys (YHC thinks he should have stressed the need to keep track of May Challenge exercises a good bit more; if you haven’t already calculated that, have fun). If a team scored, they were assigned 10 star-jumps, with the defeated, shamed defense doing 10 burpees. In the case of both teams scoring, all PAX did 25 merkins.
    Ultimately, the neon-green dark of midnight was overcome by Team Morning Light by a score of 6-4. Highlight of the game: YHC dropped back to pass and noticed Piccadilly sprinting up the field with their ball. YHC rolled to the right and tagged Dilly with his left hand and the ball, then turned on the jets and ran beyond the line of scrimmage. YHC planted his foot and cut right to avoid Paradox, then lateralled to Goose—a pass that fell far behind Goose, who couldn’t even touch it as it fell to the ground and was recovered by Enron. YHC then decided to be a jerk and call the game. Hey, it was five minutes past the previously determined end time anyway!
    Knowing that most of the PAX hadn’t thrown a ball yet today and had untested throwing arms, YHC circled up the PAX and began a game of throw-&-catch, during which one would catch the oncoming ball, pass it to another PAX, then drop for a couple of burpees—three if he dropped the pass and picked it up to throw it.
    Next Goose and Coyote fell back from the PAX and waited for the first two contestants of the longest-throw elimination-style contest. Two PAX attempted to throw the football farther than the other, the winner choosing a May Challenge exercise and the number of reps to do while the loser did 15 merkins and 15 big boys (yet another accidental complication in the tracking of reps). YHC was victorious in the cannon-arm contest. Next the PAX competed for the longest punt, the contest consisting of the same mechanics. However, having witnessed Goose’s thunderous punts while returning thrown balls to the PAX, the competition was really for second place, a title won by Piccadilly.
    Returning to the flag with the rest of the PAX, YHC observed the unfortunate fact that most of the time spent at the Chimney was spent standing around, either in the huddle or waiting for one’s turn to throw/punt. With that in mind, YHC was determined to add the initially aimed-for grind of the beatdown via Mary. After leading the PAX in the previously debuted Down for the Count, Mary consisted of penguins, WWI sit-ups (which were apparently new to the long-absent Cardinal), Dr. Ws and Freddy Mercuries.
    YHC had the original draft of the beatdown written out in early May and figured that all would go according to the anticipated plan. However, much was overturned, and YHC is just glad that rules are made to be broken and that YHC didn’t focus very hard on the beatdown’s every detail, as he usually does.
    SYITG,
    Pope

  • Counting Lessons for KennaBrah – from Bolt

    War Eagle had to bail on his bday Q to celebrate his sisters graduation so as site Q I decided to fill in, mainly in hopes of creating cringy reactions and dissension when I broke out my speaker in place of War Eagle. I wasn’t disappointed as Mahatma decided to join the usual knees over toes crew rather than be subjected to my playlist! Logo fulfilled his promise to be a Kotter before slipping back to Sad Clown after his lengthy absence; welcome back brother.
    Warmorama with the same old song plus the new, true warmups just for Bogey, who was present today. It’s during Hillbilly Squats that we must stop as it becomes necessary to teach KennBrah how to count/keep cadence. IC is designed to instill adherence to a standard, KB! WE got it corrected and completed without further incident.
    The Thang:
    Plank hurdles: all pax high plank along goal line, first pax runs 10 yds and planks, followed by second pax who sprints, hurdles pax 1, sprints 10 more yards and planks with each additional pax following the pattern allowing the cycle to continue until reaching the opposite goal line. Mosey to playground equipment.
    Morning Call: all pax decline plank shoulder to shoulder with pax 1 running to pull up bar and counting all five reps aloud, upon which all pax decline merkin, with pax 1 returning to plank with all subsequent pax following suit. Mosey to pavilion.

    Place speaker in the middle allowing a single song skip to be paid with 5 burpees for all and the next song must play entirely. Bogey was so excited to spend everyone’s burpees he could only pause the music, requiring YHC to execute the actual skip—twice!
    Aiken Legs: Done in succession with no rest* — 15 Squats, 20 Reverse Lunges (10 each leg), 25 RLSU, 25 LLSU, 20 Box Jumps.
    *KennaBrah once again was on his own cadence during LLSU requiring correction to the standard, costing all pax 5 burpees (which also required correction to the standard—inconceivable!)
    Absolutions x10

    Mosey to parking lot for 10 dips IC to warm up the tris for Bears Eat Crabs: all pax assume crab position at the curb and begin crab walking within the width of the parking stripes heading toward the end of the striped parking area (25ish yards), while YHC does 3 burpees before chasing the crabs in bear crawl, tagging them to do 3 burpees and become bears. All pax became bears except The Architect and Pillsbury, well done. Mosey to gym where Knees Over Toes was happening—just because they escaped the playlist to start doesn’t mean they get to finish without it—victory is mine!

    After being mesmerized by Mahatma and Triple Shift, both shirtless, the pax composed themselves (Boo Boo had his shirt off too—now we see where the “Boo” came from): calf raises X a bunch since the counting fell off somewhere along the way. Recover by stretching the calves (place ball of foot only on step, allowing heel to drop toward ground below–flapjack). Next, something new—extended stretch lunges: one foot on ground other outstretched as high up the steps as possible with mid sole on step edge, leaning into deep lunge position push away from outstretched foot until leg fully extends, return/repeat (4 count rep) for 10/leg. Mosey back to flag for COT; remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our country and prayers for those with mental illness. Honored, brothers!