That was the first song up on the playlist this Tuesday morning and it really hit the nail on the head. “Good lord I feel like I’m dying,” hasn’t rang more true than it did on this mild morning at Granny’s (82* with 90% humidity), with the cinderblocks awaiting us …
You’ll know it when you’re in it. Google definition: to physically mess someone up, badly. AKA a world of pain. Unlike the movie – we weren’t disarming bombs in the heat of combat, recklessly plunging men into a deadly game of urban combat, didn’t have to control a wild leader, …
Following a long rehabilitation after shoulder surgery, during which YHC did ABSOLUTELY nothing overly strenuous that Chewy would frown upon, it’s back to the fire department. And, of course, that means then Lakefront is due for another Fire Fighter Challenge… this time Tabata style! Our own friendly neighborhood Steve graciously …
No, no – not the Prince song made famous by Julia Roberts in that Pretty Woman bathtub scene. Keep it simple, stupid. In this case, that refers to both the beatdown and this backblast. Jose had promised to boycott my Tuesday Q, as he was sure there’d be no backblast …
Could the A1C shutdown the cross town rival splash pad? Could the anniversary bring out seldom seen brothers like Tanked Up? Could Moby be sick and tired of CottonEyeJoe and the Cupid Shuffle? The answer to all 3 of these questions is simply, hell yes. As Bushwacker once told me, …
The mumble chatter was plenty this morning, and it started immediately. 8 showed up this morning, 3 ruckers and 5 gazelles. The runners did 4 miles and YHC had no clue what they talked about. Us Ruckers, that’s a different story. It started off with the new remake of “We …
You might know it as The Kart and Karry. Maybe Circle-K. Up north: Wawa. A fan of Clerks? the Quick Stop. My Cousin Vinny more to your liking? The Sack O’ Suds. Whatever you call your favorite neighborhood convenience store / bodega, YHC can almost guarantee it brings up fond …
I arrived to Grandma’s a little early to get in a little run before the beatdown. The weather came through the night before which brought the temperature down a bit. The humidity was there, but a little more bearable. I passed Steve on my run, so I knew I wasn’t …
It’s as simple as the title: we had a Murph at the Marsh on Memorial Day. You have to love the alliteration. 26 total showed up for the annual event. Hogsbreathe began with a history of the workout, his own personal experience, which we greatly appreciated. It was fun watching …
With all due respect to Mark Morrison, and unbeknownst to me when YHC arrived, today was a day of returns. A Return of the Mack (Pax) at Granny’s. First up: a tanned, rested, and ready Shooter, full of fish, beer, and sangria (but no ice cream), as even the pull …
