5 HIMS took the red pill this morning to get out of bed early to push themselves to get better. A cool 76 degrees outside in the gloom was a nice “break” from the heat.
Warm-ups- the usual
The Thang: A slight version of Steve’s nickels and dimes. We ran from the marsh to the wall and back, stopping at each intersection to do 5 burpees, 10 leg lifts, and 10 big boy sit-ups. We back peddled, lunge walked, and just jogged from stop sign to stop sign. The conversation centered around this weekends assassination attempt of Trump. I had to turn off my music, yes you heard that right, the music was off. Who done it, why, which party, conspiracies out the wazoo. It all stunk bad, wait, that was Hammer with his usual morning gaseous releases. Finished up at the marsh for 3 minutes of pull ups. COT and Hammer prayed us out with special intentions for our country. In total: 55 burpees, 110 big boys and leg lifts. Hammer and myself added some regular and krakken burpees beforehand. Thanks for letting me lead and/or reading this backblast. SYITG
Tag: @Jose10k
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“Keep Your Hands to Yourself” – from Einstein
That’s not a F3 directive, just a song title by Georgia Satellites.
And we all know how Jose likes to have his music playing, and this song comes on – before you know it – Jose and Fletch are performing a duet, fingers wagging and all. I must say; it was pretty impressive. If only BBQ had shown up I’m sure he would have joined in with his air guitar.
The A1c started off weird with Moby coming in hot (usually he’s the first one to arrive), claiming his f* dog would not get into the f* truck, that little m*f*er.
Then Jose tells Moby that Steve will be the Q next Friday, and more f*,f*,f*…
We’ll cut Moby some slack – he was dehydrated.So on with the warmup – numerous exercises interspersed with BBQ-like observation of the surrounding natural beauty – sunrise, clouds, birds, dog turd piles, etc.
Then on to the main event – the lazy man’s que – Deck of Doom. Each pax choosing a card and calling out the exercise of their choice. I squeezed in my least favorites: crab crawl, smurf jacks, and monkey humpers. all-in-all it was a sweatfest as we went into overtime to finish the deck.
DarkWingDuck prayed us out.
Moby brought watermelon for us all. It hit the spot
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Hold up Steve! I’ve got you! – from Jose10k
YHC was lucky that his wife reminded him that he had the Q for the beatdown today. I honestly forgot, and I was hoping to take a day off. The alarm was set, but no early morning shenanigans. I knew exactly how to add those awesome “extras” Zoolander has inspired us to do. Absent this morning: Shooter. Where o where is shooter? I arrived to Steve, trying to get his early burpees in before the beatdown. I quickly yelled out to him: I got you bro.
Warm-up: SSH, torso twists, snap crackle pop( apparently a Covington warm-up), toe touches.
The thang: In breezy conditions (tropical storm Beryl made things bearable this morning, I crack myself up sometimes) we moseyed to the marsh to utilize the playground equipment. We did a modified mini murph. 10 sets: 5-10-15 of pull-ups, burpees, SMK for the first 3, then squats to round out the remaining sets. Two of us sweated excessively, while Steve made it look effortlessly. Despite the challenging exercises with heavy sweating, Russo and myself surivived, while Steve smiled at us. Mosey back to the street to lunge walk a block. Russo and myself discussed Electrolytes and dehydration. Y’all don’t even know the struggles of hyperhidrosis, but luckily for both him and I, we have great Katie’s in our lives that know when to take care of us. Maybe we need to bring out some Brawndo ( it is afterall, what the plants crave). Once at the stop sign, we planked up for 1 minute. Moseyed back to grandmas for another round of 1 minute plank. 5 minutes remaining which normally means Mary, however, with the chatter on the run back, YHC decided to use those 5 minutes for some well needed deep stretches. COT, Russo prayed us out with intentions of those affected by the hurricane and the sudden death of his coworker. Thanks for letting me lead Gentlemen, and thanks for the read. SYITG -
Light Fun after the 4th – from Jose10k
Let’s keep it simple. To be honest, the day after the 4th celebrations, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up at the A1C this early morning. Humid, hot, most people on a nice 4 day weekend. YHC showed up early to put in his 100 burpees for the July Spartan challenge, and continue to do a slow mosey to stretch out these sore muscles. At 5 o’clock, my partner in crime showed up: Moby. We upped the pace around the parking garage, waiting for any other HIMs to show up. It looked like just Batman and Robin again, we planned a great, simple beatdown for the two of us. We began to hit the stairs, when an unfamiliar car pulled up. Oh shit, it was Hogsbreathe. No simple beatdown anymore. He was 10 minutes late because he was dropping a Biden in his toilet.
The thang: calf raises on the stairs, Moby’s 4 count SSH at the bottom, calf raises back up on top, then back down to the second floor. This is where we discovered an airconditioned hallway. WTF, where has this been? We proceeded to stay inside for 15 minutes for bear crawls and core exercises (round robin style). Back to the ramps for Lt. Dan’s up, the back peddle up the other incline. Back to the flag for some toys that I had in the trunk, coupons. We proceeded to do kettle bell swings, curls for the girls, rows for the ho**, shoulder presses, and chest presses to finish off. Hogsbreathe is doing great at his new job, his M has a new motorcycle for them to cruise the streets of Slidell. Moby has the cure for any high fevers, Turbo Dog left his usual gifts to the parking garage, and I am just grateful to share my mornings with these great brothers of mine. COT and Hogsbreathe prayed us out with intentions for Moby’s niece and their family. Tomorrow, Hammer has the Q.
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Tabata, Ceiling Fans, and Jose’s Michael Jackson moves – from Chewy
Yep. That’s about what happened.
+COT, prayer by Russo
SYITG