The title says it all. The beat down consisted of consistent motion comprised of three minute rounds of following the leader wherever he goes, and doing whatever he does, with five second rests before the next man up. From parkour to Freak Nasty Scissoring (laces DOWN Dan!), we had a little bit of everything – all to the beat of Metallica’s drum. Bonus for not getting bit by the sleeping homeless guy’s guard dog, and Jose has an interesting new modification to T Stretches!
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Alright, picture this: it’s a typical morning at the garage. The crew lines up, ready to embrace the madness that Shooter inspired me this morning. The plan? A deceptively simple combo: 10, 20, 30 reps of upper body, core, and leg exercises—but with a catch. One poor soul is always running down to the bottom of the garage, and this is where the fun begins.
First, our hero grabs a jump rope and busts out 60 reps, Rocky-style, because why not? But there’s no rest for the wicked—time to sprint back up that ramp (which feels longer with each step). At the top, it’s straight into 40 curls with a coupon that somehow seems to have gained weight on the way up. Then, just when the arms are jelly, it’s time to drop 20 squats like they’re nothing.
Meanwhile, the rest of the squad is sweating through their own reps, secretly praying for their turn to run and escape the pain. Rinse and repeat, everyone goes twice, and by the end, even the garage is out of breath.
Workout complete, pride intact (mostly), and everyone feeling like they could take on the next mission—after a nap.
COT
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Thanks for posting/reading.
Two yutes showed up this very warm and muggy gloom. After a quick rock, paper, scissors determined that Hogs Breath would take the Q.
Since the Northshore decided to abstain from IPC, still Hogs Breath like one of the beatdowns and stole this one.
Warm up
Some hillbillies, torso twists, grass grabbers, Moroccan night clubs, and self love.
The Thang
After a mosey to the coupon pile;
EMOM – 5 coupon thrusters, followed by a cumulative count of burpees. Once the total count got to 100, then we took a lap around the circle track (1/6 of a mile).
Repeated with 5 chest press EMOM and 100 merkins. Followed by another lap around the circle track.
There was some mumblechatter amongst the modifications.
Ended with COT and Pass Interference grabbed a solo coffeteria while Hogs Breath had to make his way to work.
4 pax converged on mandeville city hall for the scramble. Like every week, we solved all of the world’s problems during our 4.4 mile jaunt across the quiet, peaceful, gloomy mandeville lakefront. Pace was 8:30.
Welcome to the “Cinder Block Shenanigans,” where your local gym meets a construction site! Grab those cinder blocks like you’re building a house… or your muscles. We’ll start with a set of 11s. Each member of the PAX grabs two cinder blocks to do deep merkins to remind you what gravity feels like, then it’s fireman carries from the stop sign to the first light pole. What exercise did we do on the other side? Rows for the H**S. After a couple of rounds we felt the burn in our forearms sure. Thank goodness for a few 10 counts before going back.. Burpees will make sure your soul leaves your body temporarily, but don’t worry, you’ll catch it on the 1/3 mile lap. 30 burpees, run the lab, 20 burpees, run the lab, then 10 more burpees.Finish strong with a core workout 50 reps OYO of lbcs, freddie mercurys,(2 is 1) and penguins (2 is 1). Great work gentlemen, y’all push me to be better. Here’s hoping the humidity starts to go away soon. The race is only a month away Spartan warriors.
Definitely a lazy Q day. YHC coulda shoulda woulda done something a little more interesting, but hey, they can’t all be winners.
Another muggy one, with Jose coming in dripping wet, looking like he just came back from getting some especially hot stock tips from Celeste and Lisa. (Sorry, I know the moment has passed, couldn’t help myself).
Some light chatter about the magic of camera angles and Tom Brady’s skills in the announcing booth and then it was time to buckle down and get to it:
Warmorama – Usual business…
Time for the first Dora, P1 hits the stairs, P2 starts in on a cumulative rep count of:
100 Merkins
200 Step Ups
300 Gas Pumps
We took a “break” for a quick round of Captain Thor. Similar to Jack Webb, it’s an ascending count of big boy sit ups and American hammers (a 1:4 ratio increasing each round).
With Jose moseying on to greener pastures, the three of us formed a team for our second and final Dora, the dreaded Lazy Dora:
100 merkins, partner holds plank
200 squats, partner holds Al Gore
300 flutter kicks, partner holds a 6” hold
Shooter is right, there ain’t nothing lazy about it.
COT with talk of Grundy’s Spartan training coming up this Saturday, and prayers for Pelican’s boy. Appreciate you gents posting and allowing me to lead this morning!
With beautiful conditions on this gloom, 6 HIMS decided to take the red pill 💊. YHC arrived with dice, rope and block in hand. We circled up for some warmups of Good mornings, Toe touches, cherry pickers (don’t follow the Q), Abe vogoda’s, and arm circles. Made a warmup lap and returned to center court for instructions. I thought I was explaining well but you know if don’t come out quick enough Jose10k will surely let you know… Funny thing was this educator would still need more instruction along the way..
Alternated 2 PAX at a time for rope and coupon work of overhead press and curls for the girls. Block work was the timer. Other PAX took turns rolling the dice for stated exercises. After all 6 completed we took a lap R/R until we all got in the work.
Finished with plank and 20 2/1 mountain climbers and 10 2/1 peter Parker’s.
Appreciate the post and until the next Gloom 👊🏼👍🏼✌🏼!!
Imagine the reaction when those words came out of Tank’s mouth as we were gathered for rehydrating and caffeinating at Abita Roasting! Of course, he was reminiscing about his childhood, inspired by the chemistry of Duke and Will I am (having a 2 year age difference). That’s right, the 2.0s are taking over the Au Lait! In training for the Turkey Trot, and inspired/excited by tales of Will I am’s consistent participation, Duke chose to attend his 1st Au Lait and persevere through his 1st 4 miler. With support from the whole PAX, he started in earnest, the energized 8 year old leading the way. At the 2 mile mark, QIC and qicJr turned back, while the rest surged onwards to push through the rest of the current route. Meanwhile, Jose, who has always run the the beat of his own drummer, had fallen back to take his own abbreviated track. From out of nowhere, he swooshed up from behind a struggling short-round, to encourage him with his stoic presence, ubiquitous soundtracks and teacherly words of wisdom. The three intrepid adventurers carried on to the end with every ounce of vigor a breakfast bribe could muster. Within scant minutes, the rest of the men appeared from around the corner, having traded Steve for Will I am! Of course, OCD Steve was just rounding out his Garmin-tracked mileage to 5.0. Beau and William played cornhole and breakfasted while the titular phrase passed from Tank’s lips like an uncurated comment caught on a hot mic….
All this to say, a great group of men enjoyed more great mumble chatter on another great run marking another great Au Lait!
3 HIMS showed up, not afraid of the number 13, not afraid of the humidity, not afraid of the aftermath of Hurricane Francine. We took the red pill, and we were ready for a beatdown.
Due to the lack of electricity, YHC didn’t really come up with a Friday the 13th themed beatdown, so I used an oldie.
Warm-up: the usual
The Thang: Mosey to the courthouse for 11s. Burpees at one side, 2 calf raises up each step, copperhead squats at the top, down the ramp and around the courthouse.
Mumble chatter included the difficult math problem of calculating the optimal workout heart rate for a 75 year old man. Which Einstein quickly pointed out to Moby that he is 74, which produced even more grumble, grumble.
COT-Einstein prayed us out with intentions of hurricane survivors and prayers for our country.
Thanks for letting me lead/reading this.
Possibly the latest alternate beat down start time in F3 Northshore history, 7:30 brought a convergence of 2 stoic idiots who passed up what could reasonably be called the one weekday in several years that could legitimately be considered fully allowable to fartsack life. And so we two took off in an attempt to stick to the traditional route, but thwarted by standing water, small fallen branches, and cars venturing here and there, we ambled a seemingly aimless route that returned us safely to the starting point after 3.5 miles. Coffeteria and breakfast followed at Waffle House. A not-quite-Kafkaesque Scramble, in the books!
