Tag: Bushwacker

  • 1 More time…Northshore Core

    The morning had a distinctly humid feel to the air, surprising because of the winds that have been gusting for the last 2 days, not surprising because this is southeast Louisiana. The accent was drab, and the dialect of a quiet tone. The beginning of another manic monday was of a more sullen nature, and the only way to change the pace of the day was to get cracking on another beatdown at the Marsh.

    WARM(er)-O-RAMA

    20 each IC

    toe touches

    SSH

    imperial walkers

    butt kicks

    windmills

    merkins

    THANG-THANG

    PAX moved to the monkey bar area to rip some triplicate exercises:

    The numbers varied between  and 50, most lying somewhere in the middle.

    Pull ups, squats, LBCs

    chin ups, lunges, twist crunches

    aussie pull ups, sumo squats, 100s

    hanginging knee raises, 1 leg squats, twist punch crunches

    hanging leg raises, calf raises, freddy flutters

    As the memory of YHC fades in accuracy of order, let it simply be known that there were also freak nasties, merkins, one arm aussie pull ups, toes out calf raises, toes in calf raises, and oblique crunches.

    The PAX jogged the perimeter of the park, and hit 50 LBCs in honor of Waterpik’s 41st birthday a couple of weeks back.

    COT with a prayer of appreciation for the simple things taken for granted, and a puddle of sweat for the Marsh to remember Shooter by

  • No U.S.? Who cares! World Cup Soccer–F3 Style

    After playing  touch football (who remembers those kids riding by, windows down, shouting at us??) on Superbowl Saturday (#Turbo Tax) and half court basketball at the Milestone Marsh during March Madness (#THE Manny), YHC began planning a soccer themed beatdown to coincide with the start of the World Cup.  I figured, correctly, that Shooter wouldn’t mind lending his truck to transport my kids’ soccer goal from my front yard to the Mandeville Lakefront.  After all, ISI has necessitated a “very chesty” month for our F3 Northshore PAX who are participating, so it seemed a break from the norm was very much in order.  And so it was.

    Warmup: SSH, High knees, butt kicks.  Mosey to the soccer field on the Mandeville Lakefront that you didn’t know about–the F3 Soccer Field, brah!

    Let’s get right to it:

    Divide the PAX into two teams (shirts and skins—like when we were kids–way before dry-fit, under armour, nike pro combat) and play keep away with the soccer ball in a square grid about 30 x 30 yards.  The Goal: each team tries to complete three consecutive passes without losing possession.  When that happens, the opposing team gets a penalty exercise–merkins, burpees, groiners (Steve may have been cussed here by a very ‘whacky’ someone if memory serves), squats, sprints, flutterkicks, hello dollys, freak nasties, mountain climbers, sister mary Katherine’s.

    After a while and with the competitive juices flowing pretty good among the PAX, YHC began to fear a regrettable, preventable injury, and called for “next goal wins.”

    Time for a change of pace, and more penalty exercises.

    Let’s do some PK’s:

    Each player gets to take a PK.  If you miss, or the goalie saves it, your whole team gets a penalty exercise. If you make it, the other team gets a penalty exercise.  Rinse and repeat until all players on both teams have taken a PK and played goalie.

    Let’s change things up again:

    Shots on an Open Net from about 30 yards out.  If you miss, the entire PAX gets a penalty exercise.  If you make it, everyone rests.  Easy enough, right?  Not so fast, my friend!  Unfortunately, only about 4 people made their shot.

    Now it’s time to mosey back to the flag.  Indian Run Style.

    Count off, naming of FNG, and thanks to Bubba for praying us out!

    Welcome, FNG, In-Time!  Hope to see you at the beatdowns.

    Thanks for following my lead today, men!  I look forward to seeing you all in the gloom.

     

     

     

  • What the Heck Happened Here? (Can We Say Heck?)

    Home is the place where, when you have to go there they have to take you in.

    -Robert Frost

    So Thursday at the scramble there was no Ocho. Other than that, I don’t remember too many specifics. Now I know why there’s a lot of back blasts that never get written – because, after being delayed for a day or 3, the Q can’t remember what went down… no excuse!

    THE THANG (I THINK)

    25 merks

    20 hi knees

    25 merks

    20 windmills

    THE SCRAMBLE

    As we ran our traditional route, I was observant of a few things. Number 1, The Hermitage subdivision, otherwise known as “the loop”, has become a very busy pre-dawn venue for fitness-minded nonresidents, especially random F3  brothers who ambush you during your run (not Capatin Sparkles this time). Number 2, If you want a premier example of what being consistent with F3 can do, look no further than our brother Sprockett. Although he had already been crowned with his F3 moniker by the time I first met him, he was fresh to the scramble. He has made serious progress in his performance levels. T claps to Sprockett! Number 3, though the tide may ebb and flow, no matter how much we F3 attack the refuse that lay in our paths, we will never eradicate the litter problem of Old Mandeville.

    POST SCRAMBLE

    Upon completion of our mighty 5K, it was core time. YHC has decided to bring back the ab assault to the people. Now as for this day, it’s already been mentioned that memories can fade quickly, and this is being written a full 39 hours after the end of the glorious beatdown of which YHC speaks, but there was a strenuous count of twist crunches, a lovely series of supermans and bananas (a la P90X/Chewy), and finally a run of putins.

    COT

    Many thanks to Burgundy for your solid message to send us out to face the day (Better late than never).

     

  • Fear Does Not Exist In This Dojo

    Except maybe when it comes to 10k merkins in a month.  And with approximately 6660 merkins bearing down on us ISI challengers for the remainder of the month, it was really no surprise what would be on today’s menu.  YHC would try to alter the flavor slightly, but whether it’s in the form of Bushwacker-sans’ Deck o’ Death (416 straight), or Maverick-sans’ Mucho Chesto Extravaganza (200+ spread over the course of an hour), it all ultimately goes down the same (with a lot of grunting and groaning).  

    Paint The Fence: GWs, Toe Touches, Imperial Squat Walkers, Windmills, SSHs, Seal Jacks.

    Wax on, Wax Off: Time to leave the premises.  PAX would be running 5 blocks to the lakefront, alternating between 2 exercises at each intersection: 25x merkins / 40x IC flutter kicks.  Who knew it’d be the flutter kicks that got us?

    Sweep The Leg:  Once to the lakefront, lunge walk to the sea wall.  Gusty winds and crashing waves gave this beatdown some much-needed gravitas, as we stood  atop the wall to do calf raises (40x IC).  Even though it was a dicey proposition considering the balance issues YHC was having with the calf raises, we elected to stay atop the sea wall for Jump Squats, x20.  No one pulled a Waterboy and jumped in.  “Balance good, everything good.  Balance bad, better pack up and go home.”  Then Knee-Ups (each leg, 15x), Bulgarians (each leg 15x), and finally some Monkey Humpers to finish off the leg portion of this beatdown.

    No Mercy: Next up, a merkin/groiner combo.  Ascending first (up to 5 merks / 5 groaners) and then back down.  

    Going Home In A Body Bag: And finally, that’s right, we returned the way we came – alternating between 25 merkins and 40 flutters at each intersection.  T-claps to Pik, who’s nursing a couple injuries and somehow made it through unscathed. A minute late but finished with the COT, Pik prayed us out.

    As you can probably tell, this was a retroactively-themed beatdown.  Maybe one day I’ll prepare a bit more and pick up where Grundy-san left off with his well-thought out movie themed beatdown.  But for now, this’ll have to do.  Thanks guys, sincerely, for coming out and for the opportunity to lead.  Not just today but for the past year and a half.  It’s gonna be tough not having this group of guys to lean on for support for the next few months.  I won’t get too sappy, but let’s just say that going back to the days of sad clown workouts will indeed be… sad.   You guys will be missed.

    But I’ll see you men in October, hopefully in time for the Northshore Half.  Until then… sayonara, gents.

  • Cool with a Southern Dose of Humidity

    “If a path be beautiful, ask not where it leads.”

    -Anatole France

    What can I say? We met, we warmed up, we ran, we exercised. We did quite a few merkins throughout the run. Oh, and it was a cool yet typically humid morning on the northshore of Lake Pontchartrain in southeast Louisiana. All hail F3 Northshore!

    “Well done is better than well said”

    -Benjamin Franklin

  • Merk Fest

    As a late entry to this month’s team edition ISI, there was a need to start strong. Though truth be told, I had been eying this beat down for a few weeks now.

    WARM UP

    20xs IC:

    Windmills

    Imperial Walkers

    THANG

    Deck O Death merkin style –  J-11, Q-12, K-13, A-14

    416 merks in da books

    Round 2 – LBCs – no count kept, but we only made it through about 1/3 of the deck.

    Grundy is still getting hate

    Shooter put Lake Cooley on da map

    and now we know why Steve is an out of work hair dresser

    Thanks to the Editor-and-Chief for praying us out

    GO TEAM EI!

  • yada yada yada……gimme a 20 sack: The Misadventures of Seal Team 2

    That one time when I woke up at 4:10am, having experienced a bizarrely rough night of sleep, and ALMOST texted the only other guy with the determination and drive to join me in the gloom for a 10k to say I wouldn’t make it…yada yada yada…he and his babysitter ended up lost in the pitch black woods of Maryland with spray paint and a brush looking for the water tower.

    There’s only so much you can learn about your F3 brothers posting every saturday, or even with a few sprinkled weekday workouts. If you really want the opportunity to learn about a guy, run 6.2(+.05) miles  at the butt crack of dawn with him. YHC has had that privelage with a number of his fellow F3, and treasured each valuable moment. A rarer treat is the one-on-one. Today’s lesson was the intro course of Who is Mike “EiEi” Farmer, with a refresher course on The Woes of the Wacker.

    Two individuals on 2 distinctly divergent life paths, both of which helped shape who they are, converge on Mandeville’s lauded Lakeshore Dr with one distinct piece of shared knowledge – scales are for white people!

    A better-than-anticipated pace of 9:03/mm was determined with the use of some alternative math.

    Seal Team Hollywood’s a no go with weak walrus reasoning having to do with an event to be c0-attended by mini-wackers.

    And, finally, the grass is not always greener…sometimes it’s the color of an awe-inspiring sun set.

  • Revival, Repost and Reverance!!

    The Scramble proved this YHC wrong on this Gloom. As I awoke this morning thoughts came over me knowing that a few of the regulars (Steve/Waterpic) would not be posting. I began wondering if it would be a solo post of sorts. Those thoughts were quickly erased with the revival of the Wacker of Bushes/Pelican and the repost of Sprocket who has become a regular Scrambler and the Reverance to a Hall of Fame Wrestler welcome (FNG) JYD. Nice job to Choppa for EHing!! With Chewy and EiEi arriving with 15 seconds to spare the numbers quickly swelled to 8 men, which is a great number considering all the past men who were once regulars (Captain Sparkles/Butt Splice/Burgundy/Sea Bass) and had they posted we would have surly shattered any previous record the Scramble had seen in its past..

    warmup

    All IC 20 SSH, Imperial Walker and Windmills.

    thang

    Standard route on this Gloom would provide the PAX with a community activity along sunset point where what appeared to be a setup by the Wacker. It  was as if the test of trash pickup needed to be taken to another level and indeed it was as half his journey consisted of carrying a garbage bag filled with the goods collected along our path to the return of the AO. We wrapped up with 15 IC Merkins, 15 IC LBCs, 15 IC cross crunches left/right and closing with 15 IC Hello Dollies. Naming of JYD proved to take us all back to a time of Reverance to the WWE and WWF.. Welcome JYD!!

     

     

    Appreciate Choppa for praying us out!!

    ✌🏻 to everyone on this holiday weekend!!

     

  • Dice of Doom’s Hard Opening and The Battle Old Mandeville

    With the winds died down and the hail unscathingly passing us by, it seemed like a good morning to bring out the Dice of Doom for and official hard opening. 12 PAX made sufficient numbers for a team battle of epic proportions.

    WARM UP

    each x20 IC:

    Toe Touches

    Windmills

    Imperial Walkers

    THANG-A-LANG

    Ok, so it went down like this – team 1 rolls the dice and then attempts to answer a trivia question for a point. While they perform the resulting exercise, team 2 planked. After each team had a chance to be “plank-in-waiting”, they each took a round to hold and Al Gore instead… and so on and so forth. The team with the most points at the conclusion won the right to casually watch the losing team do an exercise of team 1’s choice to whatever rep count team 2 rolled.

    Adding a lil lagniappe to this beat down, the PAX started at the flag and mosied down the lakefront to Marigny for the next roll, then up Marigny 1 block for the next, east 1 block, back south the the lakefront, and finally east to the playground/splash pad for the final roll.

    Considering A. this was an idea that YHC was conducting semi-on the fly and B. YHC was also doing all of the exercises along with both teams, the exact numbers and order are a little jumbled in my Wackie mind. However, there were a superlative amount of jump squats, some putins, a WILD Q set of freak nasties, a sparse sampling of merkins, and a round of 50 side straddle hops.

    QIC felt that the PAX was enjoying themselves a little too much, as shown by the over-abundance of mumble chatter. Thusly, the whoopin stepped up a notch with and abbreviated version of the B.I.T.E.M.E. (inspred by B.O.M.B.S.) better recognized as B.I.M. – 50 burpees, 100 iron hulks, and 150 moroccan nightclubs. That changed the PAX’s tune, or at least winded them enough to give their gums a little respite.

    Broken back into team 1 and 2, the indian run back home commenced. Big props and T claps to Moby who kept moving at his best pace after pre-thanin’ it and recently returning full time from IR. Double respect was duly shown by a majority of the PAX circling back to join Shooter in rolling in with the great White Whale.

    MARY

    All x20 IC:

    LBCs

    Flutter Kicks

    Freddie Mercury’s

    And finally, with a Dice of Doom trivia tie hanging over the PAX like spring-time storm clouds darker than 50 shades of gray (absolutely not erotic!), there was a final showdown still to be played out. Steve representing team1 stood eye to eye – nay, brow to brow with Ei of team 2, as these 2 titans of F3 lore faced off, each with a stare of intense animosity and rivalry that would have slain a fire-breathing dragon! With fists clenched, sinewy muscles taught, and lightening flashing in both of their eyes, their respective teams chomping at the bit with flared nostrils of wild stallions, QIC handed the numbered die to Steve to roll like a steel gauntlet slapping with indignation the faces of each of the battle-worn members of team 2. And what a blow! 50 – there would be no topping it, only another roll of 50 would agonizingly drag this battle out. Alas, it was not to be, for the brave and venerable Ei’s roll, as though time was moving at a near stand-still…..came up a 20. With the sweet taste of victory like honey on their lips, team 1 doled out the harshest penalty to their vanquished foes, BURPEES! As team 2 collapsed to the earth with the weight of the world on their backs to serve their sentence, a ray of sunny good will began to shine when team 1, under no obligation to do so, dropped to salute their worthy foes with planking of of superiorly perfected form.

    Ok it wasn’t EXACTLY like that, but more or less.

    COT, Bubba prayed us out with solemn vigor, and The sharp-dressed man himself, Waterpik pick up the forth-coming coffee. Many thanks to you both, and to all of the PAX who put forth a mighty effort in the wake of my humble lead!

    PS – I’d also like to give special T Claps to the stellar beard that Turbo picked up in Colorado! Clean up the edges a little and you may look like a respectable lawyer of some sort.

  • (Erotic?) Dreams of TurboTax, Mowing Grass, Wherethehellissparkles, and a Pair of New Shoes

    That pretty much says it all….

     

    Start off with COT as is reasonable and customary at the Captain’s Cove.

     

    Good mumblechatter this morning with a couple of great guys.  Whacker seemed particularly pumped up this morning, detailing the twisting, turning story of his dream that included our very own Turbo Tax in a nocturnal F3 AO setting.  Really, you’ll have to ask Bushwacker about this one.  Not withstanding the many praises I have received for my supposed and alleged high brown and cerebral writing skillz, I am in no way prepared to recount this dream.  I will say that the recounting of Wackie’s dream was complete with a disclaimer that mind altering drugs were not in fact ingested prior to the dream.

     

    For any tips on either remaining hydrated or being extremely efficient at solo lawn mowing, also please consult Bushwacker.  These etherial musings were also debated during our 6.3 mile tour along the lakefront and amongst the Quercus virginia.

     

    Where the hell is Captain Sparkles?  Demotion to Seal Team Zero is imminent.  Hollywood movie sets are actually not F3 AO’s.  Sparkles – Come back!!!!

     

    Shooter got a new pair of running shoes.  His shoe size did indeed increase.  I am sure Ms. Shooter appreciates this.

     

    Thanks for getting me out there guys.  And thanks to whoever put me down as Q.  I needed an extra point in ISI.

    Ei