Steve
Steve

Running in Circles

Maverick put such a whuppin’ on our upper bodies yesterday at the Gipper that YHC had preordained there’d be no burpees, no merkins, and no pull-ups at the (post) Scramble this morning. We began with one the slowest warmoramas YHC has led, and I’ve led some pretty slow ones. Good …

The No Power Menu

10 men braved the Olga aftermath to see what was on the No Power Menu this past Saturday.  YHC may not be able to remember much of what was actually on the menu, but I can tell you what was not on the menu: a fun game of mud football …

Crowd Pleaser

Let’s just acknowledge that there was an actual “crowd” to please in the first place – Grandma’s was a-hoppin’ this morning. Aside from the regulars, there was Zoo, who has started to become a regular. There was Hammer, who not only posted today, but yesterday at the Marsh as well. …

Barricadia

We arrived at Grandma’s House to find we were barricaded out! As if that would stop the PAX…T-Claps to Steve for moving them so we could park. Warm o Rama: Good Mornings, Toe touches, Imp Walkers, Hill Billies, SS Hops. First up, a mosey on over to the tunnel. Along …

A very thankful 4 years of F3

YHC was greeted this beautiful anniversary gloom by 11 PAX waiting to celebrate an F3 anniversary the right way, with a beatdown of course. While planning this beatdown, YHC started thinking how grateful he is of F3, Shorty EH’ing him hard to “just come out and see.” I’ll be forever …

Easy like Monday morning

Cowbell and YHC have often discussed the misery of Monday mornings at the Marsh. Typically they’re not the most difficult beatdowns of the week, but coming off the weekend, as Lionel Ritchie would tell anyone who’d listen, they’re never easy, easy like Sunday morning. In fact, this beatdown was designed …

A Tale of Two Beatdowns

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, and…. yes, it was certainly the age of foolishness. The Pax were presented with two choices this morning, follow the Wacker of Bushes off to the Marsh where 35 lbs. cinderblocks awaited …