YHC has always joked that he does F3 to he can be in shape for duck season, among MANY other reasons. Duck hunting on public land in the Mississippi Delta is a very physically demanding hobby and for some strange reason I absolutely love it. Waking up at 2am to …
Yes, maybe it was a bit cruel to spring a Murph on the Marsh crew on a Monday morning. I figured I’d get a, “Oh hell no,” from Cowbell. And a, “Yeah, that’s great, thanks Steve. After I’ve done 120 frickin’ ISI squats,” from Jose. And a lot of eye …
It’s been threatening rain all week. And the forecast for Thursday evening’s F2 beatdown was no different, with a 60-70% chance as of that morning. YHC seriously envisioned 10k and I sitting under the gazebo drinking alone (he his bud light tallboys, me my overpriced hipster beer), while 10k grumbled …
YHC signed up to Q long before knowing Tuesdays would become interval running days. The solution was simple, no running and do some quality exercises, Tabata style. Disclaimer was given and we did a short mosey to the commuter bus stop. COP #1) Warm Up 20 X SSH, 20 Jlo’s, …
Alright, aside from some bunny hops up the stairs, this was a fairly laid back beatdown at Granny’s House. Almost enjoyable one might say. In retrospect, it was as if YHC knew that Bean would bring the pain the next morning and that Cowbell’s 1 mile time trial would bring …
We’re gonna keep this short and sweet, as YHC is behind the eight ball on these backblasts. The usual crew posted this morning (minus Shooter, who may still be hauling trees Commando-style out at his camp, and minus Bushwacker, who is attempting to heal a wide assortment of ailments). Cowbell …
Writing this in a hurry, so i’ll keep it short and sweet. 9 pax gathered this beautiful gloom for the first 1 mile time trail. YHC has had this on his mind for a long time to set a baseline for himself as well as the rest of the pax. …
At this time last year, I showed up to my first lakefront beatdown (thanks Russo), and almost didn’t come back. I was a gym rat, couldn’t run a mile, ate like crap, and hovered around 190. But I was intrigued by the companionship of the PAX that day, the leadership …
Blame Akbar. This was his doing, really. His “block party,” (henceforth known as ‘Akbar’s Abomination’) – which was preceded by Tank’s Murph – pretty much guaranteed that Saturday’s beatdown would focus on legs and core. But first, the pre-thang : the usual 2 miles out and back with the …
