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  • It Takes Two to Make a Thang Go Right – from Yankee Joe

    “There are two types of men in the world…Those men who fart and simply go on about their day…and then there are those who jealously guard their “silent but deadlies” like temporary super powers, strategically unleashing bombs on their children before ghosting. Of course, these two types…”

    DUKE! What are you doing? That is not the bean footage I told you to roll! I swear, you partner up with Paradox, Montana, and Cardinal ONE TIME, and it all goes off the rails.

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    Let’s try this again and let that lime flavor Shasta flow.

    “Okay…There are two types of men in the world…Those who embrace technology and read eBooks, and those who swear they can still smell the ‘bookishness’ of a room.”

    DUUUUKE! C’mon bro, this is serious. Also, I’ll have you know I can totally smell the bookishness of a room.

    I’ll take it from here, Duke. What’s that? Well, I don’t care if Paradox gives you space for your “creative process” when writing his backblasts. Your one job is simple. Show up to the beatdown, pay attention to what the Q says, and don’t get sucked into the shenanigans of, let’s say for example, pharmaceutical sales reps and diocesan priests.

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    (Turn cassette over to Side B)

    So, YHC was really excited about this morning’s beatdown. It would be an exclusively partner workout filled with unique partner exercises. Lately, YHC has been researching the Exicon and YouTube for innovative partner routines.

    Why is this worthy of mentioning? Well, I used to hate group or partner ‘anything’ before I got to F3. If you’re like YHC, when a project presented itself in the past, you either a) just wanted to get the job done without being bogged down or b) you were concerned you wouldn’t bring value to the table and thus bog others down. So it was with F3. I cringed every time the Q would say, “Partner up.”

    Over the past two years, it is not an exaggeration to say that F3 has almost exclusively shifted this mindset, carrying over into my work, my social life, and even my marriage. These days, I can’t get enough of partner focused beatdowns.

    That all said, It would appear that the partner beatdowns are trending across all Q’s during the past six or so months. I firmly believe this awesome PAX culture shift is due to the 2023 F3 Thibodaux Draft Class. It’s unparalleled. For perspective, I would argue the 1981 NFL draft class – Mike Singletary, Lawrence Taylor, Ronnie Lott, Howie Long, Rickey Jackson, Russ Grimm and Kenny Easley – is the best class of all time. Well, it doesn’t hold a candle to the 2023 F3 Thibodaux class. See list below.

    2023 Draft Class (FNG Date):

    – Baggins (January 9th)
    – Smooth Operator (January 12th…crazy…feels like Smooth has been around for years!)
    – AOL (January 19th)
    – French Horn (February 7th)
    – Prius (March 20th)
    – Econoline (April 19th)
    – Frank n’ Beans (May 13th)
    – Shart’eh (July 1st)
    – Michelin (June 15th)
    – Honeysuckle (July 4th)
    – America’s Best (July 11th)
    – Bone Thug (July 18th)
    – Safety Valve (July 29th)
    – Dumbledore (August 10th)

    Not to mention our badass Welcome Back Cotters, @GoldiloX and @Popeye

    Nuff said! These men have dropped an atomic verve bomb right in the middle of the PAX, creating a core that I believe could hold its own anywhere in the country…except for maybe F3 Milwaukee…I mean how do you do burpees next to Lake Michigan with a -40 degree windchill?

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    The Forecast:

    11 PAX showed up to a surprisingly cool morning at The Lion’s Den. As mentioned prior, YHC was excited to share his partner exercise concoctions. Straight out the gate, however, trouble began. Across the Warmarama circle, Paradox’s IBS somehow took the Northwest Passage to his mouth. YHC responded with 30 cherry pickers. Didn’t phase him. Like not at all. I was optimistic though. That is, until Dox thrupled up with Montana and Cardinal. To be fair, YHC did not do a good job in accommodating any potential thruples. This is my fault, and I own it. That said, I had no idea of the intolerable…nay the mutinous repercussions that this oversight would have.

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    The Setup:

    There would be six rounds (we only got through four) with the following format. 1) partner transport from sidewalk to sidewalk (approx. 20 yards); 2) partner exercise; 3) partner transport back to start; 4) Dora with 100 reps of various exercises.

    For music, there was a clear theme of “two” across the playlist with two additional songs from one of the greatest brotherhood movies of all time, “Stepbrothers.” In honor of that masterpiece, each team during the beatdown could yell out “Boats and Hoes.” That team could rest for 30 seconds, while the rest of the PAX sprinted to touch either a tractor or bucking milk cow with…balls (I have so many questions).

    I should note that there were two tractors, one 40 yards away and one 10 yards away. The PAX were CLEARLY instructed to run to the far tractor (or cow), NOT the near tractor only 10 yards away. As would be expected, The Triage Trio of Tana, Dox, and Card, who were yapping during the instructions, ran to the nearby tractor. As a result, the rest of the PAX followed them and were thus robbed of precious moments to get stronger. Perhaps robbed of precious minutes from their very lives. Further evidence that mumblechatter not only hurts the perpetrator, but those around him as well. Chatter kills.

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    The Thang:

    Round 1

    – P1 Piggy back P2 to sidewalk
    – Partner derkins
    – P1 elbow plank, P2 perpendicular to P1 with feet on P1 on upper back
    – 30 derkins, Flapjack
    – P2 piggyback P1 to start
    Dora
    – Bonnie Blair’s with bricks (2:1) 100 reps or each pax runs twice, whichever comes first
    – P1 run to parking lot and back, Flapjack

    Round 2

    – P1 partner drag (backward holding P2 under armpits – or man breasts in Popeye’s case) to sidewalk
    – Partner Nolan Ryans with back of hand high five x25 each side
    – P1 and P2 both in high side plank, back to back; Flapjack
    – P2 partner drag P1 to start
    Dora
    – Butterfly squats with bricks – 100 reps or each pax runs twice, whichever comes first
    – P1 run to parking lot and back; Flapjack

    Round 3

    – Partner lunge to sidewalk
    – Partner OHP Al Gore style
    – P1 facing P2 crotch (pre-blast should ask PAX to wash ahead of time) with P2 ankles on shoulders
    – In Al Gore – 25 OHP; Flapjack
    – Partner lunge back to start
    Dora
    – Leg raises with bricks held out to side, full arm extension
    – P1 run to parking lot and back; Flapjack

    Round 4

    – Partner synchronized Mario punches interlocking elbows to sidewalk
    – Burpee high fives x 25
    – Partner synchronized Mario punches interlocking elbows back to start
    Dora
    – J-Lo’s – 100 reps
    – P1 run to parking lot and back; Flapjack

    With four minutes remaining, the PAX circled up to do partner Mary. First, we did 20 (2:1) partner gas pumps (both PAX on six, butt to butt, holding hands by hips, and legs alternating sides with partner’s legs). We finished with 20 Partner plank jack shoulder taps (both PAX head to head in high plank, doing plank jacks in sync, while alternating tapping partner’s shoulder on each jack).

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    T-Claps to Pope and Paradiddle for cruising through the beatdown like it was a stroll in the park. Huge shout out to YHC’s partner, @Popeye, who has now joined Enron in the “my back hurts from always carrying Yankee Jeaux” Club. Apologies to Popeye for the man boob assault during the backward partner drag. It hurt you more than it hurt me.

    Goose and Piccadilly were methodical as always, plowing through the pain without a single complaint. You’re both heroes in my book. Same goes to Dumbledore and Honeysuckle (sorry about those fire ants, Suckle…yikes), who didn’t even seem to break a sweat. Then Honeysuckle ran home. Like I said…2023 Draft Class…one for the ages.

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    Epilogue:

    After dropping off one of YHC’s 2.0’s, I had the pleasure of grabbing a cup of coffee with @Montana. During that chat, we recapped how The Thwarted Thruple (Tana, Dox, Cardinal) made accommodations for each exercise. I’m here to tell you that what was described to me was nothing short of genius. In fact, YHC has already redesigned this morning’s beatdown sequel to be thruple focused. But still…how grown men gonna act like that?

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    Have a Cup of Jeaux!

    Drivers who neglect to pull up for a left turn epitomize incompetence. Their inability to grasp basic traffic flow patterns disrupts everyone behind them. Who are these people? I want to pull them over not to yell, but to ask questions. I just want to understand what it is that, in their minds, would justify such callous immorality and a complete disregard for civilized society.

    Where can you find these monsters? That’s easy. Perhaps, the nation’s greatest example of this unscrupulous behavior is on full, incomprehensible display in Thibodaux…when trying to take a left on the bayou bridge at the corner of Canal and HWY 1, heading toward Nicholls.

    Don’t tell me about traffic laws. As an American, it is my responsibility to defy any law that I deem corrupt and unethical. I mean, c’mon dude…just pull up five yards. We added the yellow light to street lights back in the 20’s. You’ll be fine.

    SYITG,

    (Damn) Yankee Jeaux

  • Dad Music: The Only Kind of Music That Matters – from Goose

    Anytime YHC is given the opportunity to take a Q with relatively short time to plan, that one Q idea that’s been eating at me, the one that keeps popping up every time I’m doing dishes or yardwork and that one song comes on demanding to be honored in the gloom, that’s the one that wins the day. There’s not enough time to work through the typical through process: “Nah, not that one; it looks like a lot of fun on paper, but these chumps wouldn’t appreciate it. Better do something a little more practical.” So, BAPS is requested at 4:50am, and Oontz ends up having to carry it. And carry it well if I do say so myself…and I do…say so myself.

    Alright, the warmup:
    The usuals, but Enron tried to take the moral high ground this time saying that somehow his count was the gold standard,despite the mumblechatter flowing forth like wine from his general area. Conflict continued for the duration as to who carried the rightful rep number, and truth was lost somewhere deep under the many layers of misplaced confidence. Tana was pleased.

    Mosey time led us to the first light at Rich Man’s Loop in a potential Indian Run formation. YHC then explained that we would be cycling through the following transportation methods at each light: run, nur (run backwards–you get it?), carioca L, carioca R, side shuffle L, side shuffle R. This started as pretty tough, but most of the PAX got in a groove toward the end, and it was a good way to warm up the system and work on some agility.

    Once back at the flag, YHC revealed that Name That Tune would carry us through the rest of the beatdown. This was the third installment of Name That Tune, and YHC was a little trepidatious after the last two–a bunch of young ‘uns knew very little, and many hints had to be given to save tired muscles and a drooping morale, both times. But, this time, with so many new guys north of 40 and with a possible French Horn (the mutant 21-year-old) in the mix, YHC was a little more confident we’d get through more than five songs. But, when Horn didn’t show and with America’s Best out of the country, I wondered if Jeaux, Honeysuckle, and Popeye would be able to carry all that extra weight. Well, as it turns out, they could have carried much, much more.

    The rules were as follows: an exercise would be executed for the duration of the song unless the PAX could identify the artist or the title, either of which would allow for stoppage halfway through. Identifying both would allow for a full stop, and we’d skip to the next one.
    Here’s the song list (it was shuffled, so not in this order) with exercises and results for each:

    * “Steppin’ Out” by Joe Jackson: Rocky Balboas on the curb–one of only two songs (sort of) that nobody knew either the title or the artist (top 5 in 1982). That was a rough 4:30.
    * “One Particular Harbor” by Jimmy Buffet: Moroccan Night Clubs–YHC fully expected that the PAX would pick up on Buffet’s voice, but no way anyone would get the title. Popeye and Honeysuckle nailed both before he even started singing. This is when I knew my list was in trouble.
    * “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel: OH clap–it took him a few seconds, but Honeysuckle pulled the title from somewhere deep, and Popeye followed immediately with the artist. Unbelievable.
    * “Walk of Life” by Dire Straits: hillbilly walkers–last night I though this one might carry all the way through, but by the time this one started this morning, I knew it was done for in the first few seconds; and it was.
    * “Kyrie” by Mr. Mister: genuflections–this one was the only one (besides “Stepping Out”) that went as expected. Nobody knows who Mr. Mister is.
    * “The Mountains Win Again” by Blues Traveler: step ups onstage–YHC wasn’t sure how deep into Blues Traveler this PAX may have ventured, but when Popeye shared openly that he’d shed a tear or two to this one in tenth grade, I knew I was finally among my people. He let it play out a bit just to reminisce and get some quad burn, but eventually shut it down before it got real.
    * “Boys of Summer”: BBSU–by this time, Popeye was just toying with us. He let this one linger halfway through, even giving the PAX what should have been some solid hints, but he ended up being the one to pull the trigger again after the second refrain.
    * “Higher Love” by Steve Winwood: OH press–this one actually played first, and Honeysuckle and Popeye blasted it with both barrels within the first two notes. YHC almost lost composure, but was able to hold it together and pretend that I had put that one on there as a gimme. I mean, Popeye was coming out with like middle names and birth dates and stuff.
    * “Home” by Marc Broussard: butt kicks–the title of this one was pretty self evident, but Tana came from out of nowhere with the artist within the first few seconds. This one was supposed to trip up the old guys since it’s a little more niche, but Tana swatted it like Mutombo.
    * “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones: calf raises–by the time this one came on, YHC already had his finger on the skip button. No hope.
    * “Drumline Cadence” Tiger Band: high knees (skipping cadence)–YHC knew this one didn’t stand much of a chance, but it’s fun. We came back to this one at the end and let it carry us out with a few minutes of cardio.
    * “Funk #49” by The James Gang: LBC’s–
    Honeysuckle: “Joe Walsh?”
    YHC: “Nope”
    HS: “Is that Joe Walsh?”
    YHC: “Nope”
    HS: “You sure that’s not Joe Walsh?”
    YHC: “Yep”
    HS: “That sounds like Joe Walsh.”
    YHC: “Nope”
    (After 4 minutes of funky guitar…)
    YHC (triumphantly): “That was Funk #49 by The James Gang”
    HS: “Wasn’t Joe Walsh the lead singer of The James Gang?”
    YHC: “Next song…”
    * “The Promise” by When in Rome: SSH–this one looked like it was gonna go all the way when Popeye had nothing and YJ was stuck on Duran Duran, but Honeysuckle was searching the dusty corners of his brain, and after a couple of minutes actually pulled this one out, title and artist. I’m still stunned.
    * “Take on Me” by a-ha: Peter Parkers–YJ, though I called him out at the end for his surprising lack of impact, he shot this one down with all speed once he heard what the exercise was. At least Paradox was grateful.
    * “Africa” by Toto: Freddy Merc–we had barely enough time to sit on the ground
    * “Lord of Hosts” by Shane and Shane: squats–This was Dox’s only contribution, but it took him about three quarters of the way through the song to give Tana enough information to spark old youth group memories, and the artist was identified. Not long afterward, the title was deduced, and squats were squashed.

    Thankfully, YHC created what had seemed like a much longer list than was necessary, so we only had to fill a few minutes at the end, but these dudes had me sweating, and they successfully brought about the easiest Goose Q on record. It was worth it, though, to know that I’m no longer alone. Not only did these guys know the music, they knew that it was good. Last week, Yank decried millenial music, but we still had to endure it–this week, we shunned it altogether and hopefully provided at least a few of the “kids these days” with some quality craftsmanship. You’re welcome.

    SYITG,
    Goose

  • 80 Miles to Sante Fe – from Paradox

    What comes to mind when you think of the absolute cutting edge of human performance? Ultra marathons, Saturdiddles, special ops training, Cardinal crab walking … I’m talking the outer limits of human capabilities here. Well men I have a new challenging feat of strength to add to this pantheon of greatness. A rigorous 5 day crucible that tests the mind, body, spirit, and even Rouses endless supply of 100% juice capri suns.

    Some only live through it to tell the tale…
    That’s how I found myself shoulder to shoulder with Econoline this week at 8:15am on a casual Tuesday in the Chackbay Catholic center, awaiting our first rotation of children.
    There we stood at the game station like 2 young hobbits awaiting 10,000 orcs at Helms deep. (Jk jk your children are all angels )
    It was about to begin…
    The great battle of our time..
    Being group leaders at…
    VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL

    Duke put down that snack pack and roll the footage . It’s VBS week!

    Warmup
    The usuals with spikes of chatter with Tanas gigi arrival and Gooses wearing a crosscut necklace of cloth but mostly silent focus on preserving precious oxygen with furtive glances at YHCs entire cone collection in the big field being guarded by BAPs. Sooooon….

    To kickoff the shenanigans YHC explained the similarities between VBS stations and F3 and that we would train as group leaders today to get a taste of the action.

    Opening ceremony

    Needs to be high energy , get the blood pumping but also you need to run full speed backwards because you forgot your 2.0 shoes and he has not a care in the world of being barefoot in public.

    Indian run around the big loop with Nur to the front to take us to the Chimney.

    Game Station #1
    Hula Hoop Relay race

    Break into 3 teams
    1 team mate does hula hop to and around cone
    Rest of Team does 4 merkins, 4 sqats , 4 SSH , 4 BBSU (4x4x4x4 (tM)
    Until all complete and must slide the hula hoop down the line.
    Enron clearly ignored the PDF and instructional video YHC sent him about the 4x4x4x4 and he still had questions. Ya hate to see that from the self proclaimed smartest man in the room.
    In the end Team Goose took the title and gifted the losers with 25 monkey humpers, in an unrelated note we now cannot go within 100 feet of the St Joe carpool pickup line.

    To the tennis court

    Every great VBS must have catchy songs that get implanted into your brain and this week we talked with the kids a lot about listening to God for your call…

    Music Station #1
    “Call me maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen
    1 Merkin on “maybe” and “baby “
    Holding plank in a circle of pax and Pass the Hula Hoop with hands and feet.
    if it’s on you during call me maybe then you do 3 merkins.
    The pax got pretty good at passing that hula at lightning speed and WetTap has even adopted this as his on call theme song.

    Arts and Crafts Station #1

    Another vital part of VBS is a crafting station and no craft session is complete without rock paper and scissors. Pax paired up for escalating rounds of Rochamburpee with 2 more burpees for the loser each round till we reached 12. Not sure how everyone faired here but it seemed like burpees were enjoyed by all.

    Mosey to the Thunder dome

    Music Station #2
    Over the past 2 years selecting “F3 songs” has become a cherished pastime at YHCs house. There’s no definitive criteria but you know a really good one when you hear it. YHC recently stumbled upon the #SWT (Ronnie would later figure out this was Songs With Triggers) channel of f3 slack and uncovered an absolute gem.
    I needed a song to represent this weeks teaching of finding a quiet place to pray and it just so happened that Dean Summerwind had provided directions to a quiet lake where we could park just 80 miles from Santa Fe.

    “Parked by the Lake “
    Dean Summerwind
    Hold Al Gore with
    Bonnie Blair’s on “Parked”
    Tin Soldiers on “Santa Fe”
    Squats on “Lake”

    I hope it met Popeyes high expectations. It will be added to my F3 Song Hall of Fame as Diddle proclaimed it both right and just.

    Game Station #2
    Duck- Duck Goose
    Pax plank up in a circle facing outward. One pax selects a “Goose” by running around and tapping them on the head while the pax knock out plank related exercises (Merkin, plank jacks, MCs)
    The real honker himself got us started and we had Some close battles here with the Dawson 2.0s showing some serious evasive maneuvers.

    Arts and craft Station #2
    – color our ABCs
    PAX on our six with legs up to spell out VACATION BIBLE SCHOOOL (those Os are just too fun)

    Mosey to big field and as we turned the corner BAPS was seen and one pax yelled “is Jeaux here?”
    A simple question but it nearly derailed me as I couldn’t shake the image of YJ crouched in his van with binoculars and 1980s spy equipment writing down notes and mumbling “I knew it” .
    I composed myself and we arrived safely at the Grand Finale.

    Every VBS ends with a grand finale Friday where you showcase everything you learned through the week. So YHC unveiled the ultimate VBS obstacle course
    We split into two teams started some SSH and each team let one pax into the race at a time until they got to the minefield.
    BAPS provided “the final countdown” and We raced through..

    1. Dizzy bat
    2. Lunges
    3. Merkin minefield with CrawlBears (5 merkins if you knock down a cone)
    4. Broad jump burpees
    5. Suicide Trifecta (Nur, Run, Carioca)
    We grabbed our ever growing pile of gear and moseyed back to the flag for people’s choice Mary to represent your kids showing you all the stuff they learned during the week.
    Dr Ws, Penguins, Fred Merk, fire hydrants , WW1 sit-ups with Yote till the buzzer.

    Count o Rama, NamoRama
    GiGi found a new home with Ronnie and the Animal went back to the Goose nest with concerns that Crosscut was on his last microfiber.

    COT with continued prayers for the St Pierre family
    Goose prayed us out

    NMM

    YHC has a special place in his heart for VBS. Growing up it was always the mark of deep summer and where the seeds of my faith were first planted. (It’s where I picked up a love for relay races and obstacle courses!)
    It’s also a great reminder to me to search for simple yet profound truths and to strive for a childlike faith. Grateful for the men of F3 as we help each other walk a straighter path.

    PPS (Pickleteria PostScript) sponsored by Joola

    Following the beatdown several Pax gathered at the thunderDome for the first ever Pickleteria . Tana and Dilly graciously provided the pickleGear and all the fixings for Americas fastest growing game. In a thrilling opening match Team Dawson narrowly took down Threat Level Midnight 11-2. Acting manager of TLM Ronnie Lillich was optimistic for the teams growth during the post match interview: “Dox has a floppy wrist, plain and simple,I was carrying him. His mind was boggled about the kitchen and he lost his composure”. Sounds like TLM is going through a “rebuilding year” but a lot of league experts say Dox had a dollar store paddle. Ya hate to pickle with that.
    Well , It’s safe to say that the pickle fever has spread rapidly and the only question left is ..same time next week?

    SYITG
    Dox

  • Battle of the Ages – from Cardinal

    YHC found himself the victim of guerrilla warfare. An unknown PAX threw YHC’s name on the Q sheet unbeknownst to him (there was verbal chatter about taking said Q, admittedly). But always ready to face a challenge, a beatdown was put together. The chatter on the GroupMe focused on the wide age difference between the old fogeys and the young bucks, so a “battle of the ages” was crafted to settle the debate.

    Warmup of the usual fare kicked us off (SSH, WM, IW, FAC/BAC/CP, SL).

    Thang 1 was a celebration of a recent 21st birthday among the PAX (T-claps to French Horn, who was only at “hc” status and thus nowhere to be found). We started with 3 rounds of 21s – first round was high knees, second round was grass grabbers with the clap, and third round was Bobby Hurley’s. YHC had not even thought of a penalty because he was so confident that the PAX could count to 21 with ease. However, that proved not to be the case. EVERY SINGLE ROUND was failed by at least one of the PAX (although the first round may have been intentionally sabotaged by GiGi). A hastily created penalty was a lap around the Civic Center. They say education is bad in Louisiana….and YHC can confirm that.

    Thang 2 was an homage to two of the greatest hits when these 40+ fogeys were in their prime – Thunderstruck and No Scrubs (which was at the top of multiple lists YHC found while researching, despite a near unanimous disdain for the song). Thunderstruck was a simple burpee on “Thunder”, and No Scrubs was holding Al Gore while doing a jump at each “no” (which was a lot).

    Thank 3 closed us out with the triumph of the greatest generation – the Millennial. It involved 10 rounds of 100 reps each, with a 100m mosey in between each round (thus adding up to 2000 total reps/meters). However, due to YHC’s poor time calculations, we only got through 6 rounds before we had to call it – SSH, LBCs, Merkins, Lunges, Oblique Crunches, and Mountain Climbers. YHC noticed the total silence during this entire thang – until Goose started his oblique crunches, which garnered widespread admiration at the form and technique. Comparisons were made to drilling for oil as well as cattle roping. Make of that what you will.

    Dox prayed us out after COT and some announcements about the second annual SV500 – supporting a great charity in the Houma-Thibodaux area next month. Check us out and sign up! https://f3thibodaux.regfox.com/the-st-vincent-500-2023

    Always a blessing gentlemen. Might be some more Cardinal Q’s on the horizon.

    SYITG

    Cardinal

  • Lose Yourself – from Paradox

    Look
    If you had one one beatdown, one opportunity …
    To seize everything you wanted as a Q…
    Would you capture it or let it slip
    Yo

    His coolJabs are sweaty , calves weak , JBL is heavy
    2.0 vomit on his mudgears already , M’s spaghetti
    He’s nervous , but on the surface he looks calm and ready
    To drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting
    What he wrote down , the mumble chatter goes so loud
    He opens his mouth but the cadence won’t come out
    The clocks run out ! times up !
    5:15 already Blaow! …

    Duke! Snap back to reality and Roll that beautiful footage!

    With 30 days till our signature summer event YHC wanted to stoke the fires of service a bit with a St Vincent de Paul tribute beatdown. 10 high impact men trickled into the stage just as YHC finished laying out some ominously zigzagging cones. YHC had serious concerns about low attendance today after Wet Tap came from the top rope on Monday with a F3 Thib instant classic Nurmegeddon: a mile long Nur that put more pax in physical therapy than beer league softball. To my relief waves of vehicles began washing ashore from all corners of Houma-Thibodaux highlighted by Honeysuckle bringing an FNG on his second beatdown! T-Claps

    The calves were tight but these animals were hungry for more.

    Warmup
    The usuals and a bumper mosey to make sure we still knew how to run forward.

    Thang 1

    St Vincent birthday :
    4 -24-1581

    We grabbed coupons and hit 4 corners for :
    4 thrusters x 4
    24 Curls x 3
    15 Werkins x 2
    81 presses x x1

    This heated up pretty quick. Tana could not be reached for comments , leave a message after the tone.
    He does not like pina colada’s but he will get caught in the rain (if he needs a signature) . Champagne and yoga? Forget about it .

    To the stage

    A fathers sacrifice for his sons education.
    St Vincent grew up in a poor farming family, his family made major sacrifices to send him to higher education.

    Partner up –
    Jason Aldean – Amarillo Sky

    Father- Farmer carry both coups around the track while the
    son does step ups
    Both pax do 1 round of farmer carry and 1 round of step up
    Burned it out with a minute of step ups.

    So St Vincent became a priest at 19 but he couldn’t serve as parish priest till 24 so he went back to the books for a degree in Canon law and theology. He was totally primed to change the world with his now sharpened intellect but as he reflects in his writings his heart was not about serving others.

    Can’t Touch This – MC Hammer
    Classic YHC side shuffle from grass to grass with Bobby Hurleys on can’t touch this.
    (Full props to YHCs 2.1 here. She dialed this one up and continues to sharpen her ear for F3 pain jamz.)

    Thang 2

    As we see time and time again God has a way of providing attitude adjustments at just the right time…
    St Vincent on his way back from finishing his education was caught by pirates and sold into 2 years of slavery.

    Open Ocean Team Race

    Split into 2 teams
    Start with 4x4x4 : 4 mountain climber , 4 Merkin , 4 SSH rinse and repeat. this seemed to boggle ole Street Smarts Ronnies brain until YHC saw the well patented Cardinal play to ask multiple clarifying questions in order to gather more oxygen. Well played.
    Send one pax at a time into the course until all go through and when the team is back together Team Lunge to the finish.

    Round 1 Nur/Run
    Round 2 Nur/Run Star jumps
    Round 3 all out Sprint

    Team one flexed big quad talent in round 1 and 2 with decisive victories anchored by the Popes young legs and Gooses rowing cadence.
    But Team 2 didn’t hear no bell.
    that’s when Ragnar Tana felt the Viking in his blood boiling and was heard cadencing his team to a close victory in round 3.
    Tremendous effort here all around cus the quads were …*checks diddle notes* ….
    …straight up lit fam frfr, say less!

    During these years as a slave St V saw the true value of service for “the least of these” and by establishing and deepening one on one relationships he converted his slave captors to Christianity eventually securing his freedom and returning to France with a full heart of Christian service

    Thang Finale

    Lose Yourself
    Ab burn out …
    Cycle of Big Boys , Leg Raise, Wife Pleasers with a 30 second 6 inch hold finisher

    CountoRama and NameOrana with a FNG ceremony…

    YHC has never been a great FNG namer and this is intensified as the Q. Today’s deliberations to name our FNG (he’s an eye doctor) started well enough with early front runners for Splinter and clear factions for America’s Best. YHC went with what seemed to be the popular vote of Splinter avoiding Gooses hurtful gaze…only for Team Dawson’s youngest litigator to bring the smoking gun in that we already had a splinter!
    Alas our man was dubbed America’s Best and was confirmed with the slightest hint of disgust for his new name and glowing smugness from the Honkmaster.

    Welcome America’s Best, great effort and continuing to strengthen our 40 north club with iron strong pax. The lineage of Yankee Jeaux becoming legendary even while he basks in the white sands of ….Florida with Ronnie D.

    COT and Diddle prayed us out

    As always its a great privilege to lead you men, grateful for your willingness to show up, beat the darkness and keep hammering.

    PAX today I challenge you

    The moment , you own it , you better never let it go
    Lose Yourself in the service of others
    This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

    SYITG
    Dox

  • Base-human-ball-man Game – from Goose

    YHC was feeling a little bit in a rut trying to come up with new ideas for the Peltch, but after some late night brainstorming, it seemed a good time for a couple of risky ideas.
    First, the warmups–usual suspects with unusually low mumblechatter, though YHC has noticed that it may be a trend on mornings where he’s Q-ing. It’s an interesting psychological phenomenon–not sure if it’s coming from dread, high count volume expectations, or short shorts and white thighs. Thankfully, Yankee and Dox were happy to intentionally inject some wittiness to wake things up a bit.

    We then grabbed coupons (most of us) and lined up for an Indian run to the Thunderdome. Sprinting to the front of the line with an awkward coupon seemed a unique challenge–the first of the day.

    Once under the dome of thunder, YHC paired with JBL and introduced a song off the first CD ever purchased for my first CD capable jambox back in ’96. Coupons were laid long-ways on the ground, and we would do Dox’s jump-switch-touch things for the duration, a two-footed hop over the coupon on every “on my way” and a genuflection for every “momabadeesay-moobadeeyah”. The song, “Send Me on My Way” is over four minutes long, which felt a little undoable with these exercises, so YHC offered to shave a minute off if anyone could guess the artist. YJ came through (like we all knew he would) with Rusted Root, and it was three and a half minutes of leg torture. YHC was grateful we did this first while we still had energy.

    Next, we hauled the coupons to the area next to the running track over by the cornhole set. YHC was looking for a partner exercise where the partners would compete so as to push the performance a bit. So, we settled on having one partner run the loop (1/2 mile) while partner two tried to complete 100 tricep curls/presses before they got back. Loser did 15 man-makers and winner did 15 big boy situps. A couple of interesting observations:
    1. 100 seemed like a lot on paper, but with the variety of runners/pressers, it was just right. And flippin’ hard.
    2. Pope is getting to be a bit ridiculous–he was ahead of Dilly by a good margin, and I found myself extremely grateful that he was in the first crew and I was in the second.
    3. Just about everyone split the difference on the man-makers with their partners. This is a good bunch of dudes.
    4. Running half a mile sucks worse than doing 100 tricep presses.

    After a 10-count or two, we headed over to the closest baseball field for the main event: base-man, or base-human, or baseball-man, or man-ball (should probably scratch that last one after YJ’s recently shared childhood baseball story). We dropped blocks at each base and then split into two teams. For the first inning, one player from Team 1 was the ball, and one player from team two was the base runner. The ball had to run to the center field fence before running back to try to get a runner out. Runners had to complete a coupon exercise before they could step on the bag and be safe. (Cardinal, you may want to read that last sentence a few more times.) Form also was important, and specific specs were given for each exercise. (Cardinal, you may want to read that last sentence a few more times.)
    YHC designed this game specifically with Cardinal in mind knowing that competition brings out the Red Hulk in him. He did not disappoint. YHC is tempted to include competitions in every Q just to see what a ripped Cardinal might look like, cuz that dude will push harder and do more reps than the rest of the group combined without even thinking about it if there’s something on the line.

    Team 1 (YHC’s team) seemed to be stacked with talent, and they made a solid showing at the top of the first inning only allowing one or two runs. Then, Team 1 became the base runners, and the momentum started to shift pretty dern quick. I don’t remember who got the first out, but Pope came through with a surprising double play, and to say we didn’t recover after that is an understatement. Next inning, Team 2 pretty much used the bases as a non-stop carousel despite some close calls and Cardinal questioning YHC’s identity as a member of a morally upright society and making a vague reference to YJ’s next visit to the Confessional. I think the final score was Team 2: something in the teens, Team 1: 1. Team 1 may have made a comeback, but time ran out, so we had to head back to the flag.

    We had just enough time for some slow, tortuous Mary that consisted of 6 in holds punctuated by occasional leg raises; high, slow flutter kicks; and Little Manny Crunches (hold for 3-count at the top).

    COT and Cardinal prayed us out due to some heavy stuff happening in the community (needed a heavy hitter on that prayer, for sure).

    It was an awesome morning, and YHC is grateful that you men showed up and played along.

    SYTIG,
    Goose

  • July 4 America USA – from Goose

    YHC and Pope rolled up a little earlier than usual this Independence Day morning, hopeful that the day off of work would mean a bigger crowd than usual for Tuesday Tuff, and this PAX did not disappoint. Smooth and Michelin were already there at 5:00am, but Pope and I were still able to sneak over to the bumper area to set up some cones without anyone noticing. By 5:15, there were 12 strong ready for a patriotic sweat fest.

    Yankee had pulled off the perfect EH by picking up an FNG, the would-be Honeysuckle. We can all learn from this–it’s much harder to fartsack when someone’s sitting in your driveway. (Maybe that’s what we need to do for some of these “hc” specialists.)

    The warmup was frought with mumblechatter and unnecessary exercise explanations (YHC though it important to go into the details of how to execute the complex “high knees” exercise–I almost pulled out YouTube for some demonstration videos).

    We then moseyed to the bumper, YHC carrying BAPS into his first ever Bleep test performance. Once the PAX saw the cones, dread spread quickly. There were only a few who didn’t know what they meant, who hadn’t yet experienced YHC’s fascination with the layers of mental and physical dynamics at work within the Bleep test. This morning, YHC connected it to our celebration of the birth of our nation by pointing out that the defining moments, the heroic and selfless acts that have become the cornerstones of our identity as a nation would not have happened, would not have been possible without countless Americans pushing through countless unrecognized and seemingly meaningless difficulties, day in and day out. The bleep test is just a 20 meter (65-ish American feet) run, done over and over. That’s it. You just gotta decide to turn around and do it again, especially when you really don’t want to. And, the only reason we do this is because the man beside us, who we care about is doing it, because we want to get better together, because we want to be a part of something bigger than us, something meaningful that was earned through shared suffering. And so, we did. Nobody earned a medal (no participation trophies or rewards for softball music trivia), we just decided to keep doing another lap. And, if you didn’t make it before the beep, you stepped off to the side to plank up or complete 20 merkins to buy your way back in. Why? Because that’s where your brothers are suffering, and there’s no better place to be!

    YHC usually lets Paradiddle and Pope push him to the limits to be the last man standing, but this morning, having heard that the FNG was an ultra-marathon runner, YHC made a subconscious decision that if it ended up being him and me left at the end, that I would go no further, as long as the previous record of 70 lengths was broken. And, that’s exactly what happened. Paradox and Pope pushed farther than they have in the past, even without Paradiddle, but they dropped off somewhere in the high 60’s, which left YHC with Honeysuckle moving into #75. And, though I wondered how much he had in him, how well distance training translated into shuttle running, I was too winded to actually care and pulled up short before finishing #76. Honeysuckle was gonna keep going had YHC not called it, and though I was curious to see how long he could have gone, he seemed to appreciate the break.

    After moseying back to the flag, we circled up for song #1. BAPS lit us up with Ray Charles’s rendition of “America the Beautiful”. We held Al Gore for the duration and did Bobby Hurleys for every “America” and every old English words (“thee”, “thine”).

    Song #2 was the Armed Forces medley, which gave us the opportunity to work the core in a variety of ways. During the Marines portion, we did flutter kicks, Navy = boat/canoe, Army = American Hammers, Coast Guard = Scuba Steves, and Air Force = gas pumps.

    After this, YHC had a general idea for how we could focus on America’s unique sense of humor exemplified by the origin of the song “Yankee Doodle” and how it became a sort of theme song for the Americans during the Revolutionary War (look it up)–basically, we Americans are proud, but we’re good at not taking ourselves too seriously.
    I think it took more time for YHC to explain the story and then the routine (counting off, counting off within the count-off, naming teams and then teams within the teams, demonstrating the exercises, redirecting Yankee Joe) than it did to actually do the routine. I mean, it was a little challenging, a little fun to watch people try to Grouch-walk quickly, but ultimately, it was too complicated, and we ultimately scrapped it in order to get back to the flag in time.
    The routine was four corners on the sidewalk track: 1. Wacky Jacks, 2. Goofballs, 3. Miami Nighclubs (Moroccans with a step back and to the side), 4. Air Presses. The first member of the team would Groucho walk to the next corner while all members performed the exercise of their corner until they were relieved by a teammate Groucho walking toward them. It was supposed to look ridiculous, which it did, but most were lost in the endless explanations and directives given throughout. I hope at least the passing cars got a kick out of it.

    At 5:58, we had to rush back to the flag for the Star Spangled Banner–we laid on our sixes and held our feet six inches off the ground for the duration of Whitney Houston singing it live with a big band. Unfortunately, though, the drama and emotion were drowned out by the pain in the lower abdominal region, and it went the route of most songs used in F3–categorized under “hatred” and “PTSD”–especially given how long she held out “…braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave!”

    COT and the FNG became Honeysuckle thanks to Econoline’s immediate wit, which made the PAX wonder if he’s been sandbagging this whole time–nobody has that much brain function at the end of a beatdown these days.
    Announcements including Goldilocks’s upcoming VQ, and Paradox prayed us out.

    SYTIG,
    Goose

  • 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

  • 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

  • The Goose Option – from Goose

    The Goose Option refers to both the Q-uarterback’s decision to pitch to the running back at the last moment (YJ to Goose), and the modifications YHC has employed during the past couple of months to avoid further injury to the right wing. This morning, we would all endure the Goose Option.
    YHC arrived with Pope to see Smooth already running laps–a good sign for Team Smoothie Kings. Worried that “HC” has further come to mean “fartsack” for many, YHC was carefully watching the clock as we inched dangerously close to 5:15. But, French Horn pulled in (a few minutes early, mind you), followed by a trickle of solid dudes who eventually added up to a Magnificent Seven despite the large number of solid fartsackers (including at least one “HC”). Seriously, it was awesome to see that we can have so many men there on a Monday morning even with so many missing.

    Encouraged by this crew, including two who traveled from Houma and beyond (Paradiddle’s 5th in a row!!), we rolled through the warmup of the usuals, and YHC introduced Goose Option, Part 1.
    During the May challenge, YHC can only score points through situps, tricep curls (which are harder than bicep curls, so it’s not cheating!), and running. So, for the sake of camaraderie, we all did 4 rounds of the following: 3 sets of 15 tricep curls and 15 WWII situps followed by a quarter-mile run (to bumper, then Stop sign, and back). This ultimately added up to 180 curls, 180 situps, and 1 mile run.
    French Horn continued to pour forth unprecedented music and movie knowledge from the 90’s as he kept up with YHC (and ultimately earning the Animal shirt as a result), which made this stage fly by. T-claps to the whole crew for cranking out the tricep curls and big boys–I felt known and loved.

    Part 2 would be a song since more than half of song routines consist of the plank/merkin combo or something like a SSH/burpee combo and YHC has to do some sort of leg destruction to match the intensity. So, we would all destroy our legs using “The General” by Dispatch. We held Al Gore for the duration of the 4 minute song, and during the refrain, we did the following:
    -squat jump on “take a shower”
    -Bonnie Blair on “shine your shoes”
    -Apolo Ono on “young men”
    -genuflection on “forgiven”
    According to Paradiddle, this looked like some sort of dance, and maybe it was. Maybe that’s all I’ve ever really wanted, to dance in sync with a bunch of swole dudes. Either way, the legs were shot long before we finished, but we genuflected our way to the bitter end before lining up at the edge of the concrete for the final 8 minutes.

    Part 3 reflected the common experience YHC has of modifying an arm routine to a leg routine only to have the Q call a killer leg routine next. So, we would do 11’s until time ran out–flutters at the Stage, lunge walk to the sidewalk, leg raises at the sidewalk, and run back. It was basically a few ab exercises to provide a little space between a bunch of ridiculously long lunge walks. (I’ve discovered since then that if I sit down, I should plan to be there for a while.)
    This was a tough one, but these dudes cranked it out without stopping or complaining (too much), though I think Paradiddle did run behind his truck to let out what sounded like enough gas to inflate a weather balloon. Seemed like a waste of steps to me–I would have like to have seen how that affected his lunge walk.

    6:00 mercifully came, and the PAX made their way back to the Stage for the COT. Tana’s hair told the whole story–it looked like it had been through a lot and wasn’t even trying anymore. Frenchy got the Animal shirt, as mentioned, and Paradiddle prayed us out.
    Diddle decided to stay and clock one more mile, and as we were driving out, we saw Smooth go back from his truck to the track to join him so he didn’t have to run alone. That’s what it’s all about!!

    SYITG,
    Goose