With the sharp rise in temperatures and humidity this week, I think we’d all rather be in an octopus’s garden, in the shade. I’m sorry…. lame, I know. That’s the best lead line YHC could think of. (There were other, lamer ones – trust me.) Where’s Ei when you need …
After a quick disclaimer and Warmorama (18 x SSH, 18 x Toe Touches, 9 Windmills), the Pax moseyed westward and partnered up to commence a frisbee golf challenge. We had 18 holes i.e. crawfish trays (‘tis the season!) with a total course length of ~1 mile. For each hole, one …
It was said that Ronal Reagan loved jelly beans, and kept a jar of them on his desk in the oval office. Strolling up to the A.O., looking up at the statue of R.R., one has to wonder if all of the carnuaba wax in those jelly beans contibuted to…. …
Small crew at Granny’s House this morning. With Coconuts on IR, Ringo beachside until the fall, Bushwacker taking on a Spring Break adventure (or at least attempting to), and Chewy… wait, where has Chewy been? … Well, anyway, it was up to Shooter, Pik and YHC to hold down the …
With an early morning text sent out asking for assistance with the Q, 3 of Northshores core arrived at the Marsh with sights of left over Easter eggs scattered throughout the AO, as if someone had forgotten where all the eggs were hidden.. This crew was sure to find the …
Having conquered the trail on their trip to the Olympic Park in Conyers, Georgia, a trio of Ragnarians returned to The Gipper this morning for a beat down. Expecting a running adverse Q named Maverick, the PAX were crestfallen to learn that Maverick had taken ill and had roped YHC …
After multiple reports (including my own) of some of the M’s quickly growing worn out and weary of our battlefield chronicles, YHC decided to keep this CSAUP back blast short, ambiguous, and hopefully entertaining. To be certain, the Ragnar weekend was a grand adventure, complete with near death experiences, incredible …
As YHC laid his head down last night, he thought about why, after getting 12ish hours of sleep in the last 85, along with running almost 17 trail miles of sweet Georgia terrain topped off with more liquor than he had consumed in the entire last year, he was going …
Mother Nature cooperated for our weekly appearance at the Milestone Marsh at 0500. Rain was in the forecast, but today, we must have been livin’ right because all was dry (except the streets). Yes, it was very gloomy and damp, but for F3 Northshore, our best work is always done …
We all come to F3 as individuals, men with our own past and our own unique stories. But we all share one very similar story, which is the story of our first post to an F3 beatdown. This story usually involves a little fear, a lot of pain, and in …
