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Tag: The A1C

  • I love the 80s – from Jose10k

    80s had the greatest entertainment

    YHC made his long-awaited return to the A1C after a tropical “vacation” that was equal parts Club Med and Gilligan’s Island, with a wardrobe sponsored by TSA incompetence. I arrived early because as usual, I couldn’t sleep. I picked 80s music on my Pandora, desperately trying to change up my playlist to appease Cowbell. I started thinking of all the excellent 80s movies: The Terminator, Flashdance, Weird Science, Maximum Overdrive, Tango and Cash, The Princess Bride, and The Last Dragon. Feel free to add your favorite in the comments, I can’t wait to see Hammer’s favorites. Anyways, I was happy to be back at the A1C. Don’t get me wrong, the Mandeville AOs are cool—kind of like a John Hughes movie where everyone is polite but the A1C? That’s pure RoadHouse—gritty, shirtless, and occasionally bloody. If you think about it though, Mandeville has its own 80s movie stars:
    Steve-Michael J Fox- come on, he’s definitely Marty McFly or Alex P. Keaton
    Russo-Robin Williams- He’s Mork mainly due to the excess hair or Roddy Pipper as Nada in They Live
    Shooter-Jesse the Body Ventura as Blain in the Predator- “I ain’t got time to bleed”
    Bushwacker-John Ritter as Jack Tripper in Threes Company

    Any who, I could continue, but I need to write this back blast….

    My boy Moby, youthful as ever, joined me in our ritual prethang laps. Then Darkwing swooped in, looking like he just stepped off the set of Batman, and it was time to party.

    Warm-ups kicked off while I regaled the crew with the highlight reel from my Caribbean adventure: Luggage: lost somewhere between Miami and “whoops. Swimwear: makeshift combo of sports bra and gym shorts which reminded me of Flashdance lol. Snorkeling with octopi and tropical fish gave off “The Abyss” type of vibe. Underwater sculptures and plenty of Caribbean rum.

    Then came the Ladder of Fun
    10 Sumo Squats – Drop it low like you’re trying to impress Prince in 1984. Sprint down the stairs and up the ramps like you’re chasing after One Eyed Willy’s treasure while listening to Cindy Lauper. Back at the top add 10 Lunges (2 is 1) – Richard Simmons would be proud of us so far, God rest his soul. Run again. Add 10 Monkey Humpers – Do y’all remember that goofy movie: Howard the Duck. Run Again. Add 10 Dirkins – Pushups, but make it Miami Vice—cool, cocky, and boat shoes with no socks, blazers with the arms rolled up. Run again. Add 10 Freak Nasties. Run again. Finish with 10 Burpees
    COT with intentions for Darkwings mother and mother in law. The Zoorich classic is tomorrow. Time for some pain and frisbee golf.

    “Pain fades, glory lasts, and monkey humpers are forever – Sir Richard Simmons

  • 52 Get-Ups at The A1c – from Einstein

    Beautiful morning, at the A1C ~ probably nearing last of the pleasant days
    before the heat and humidity really kicks in.

    WARMUP: all IC15x; toe touch, side staddle hops, snap-crackle-pops,
    shoulder rolls, book covers, popeyes, side to side lunges, etc.

    THANG: Deck of Doom – with one rule; everyone has to get up off their six
    between card draws – hence the 52 get-ups.

    Diamonds – run up card value of stripes, back peddle return.
    Clubs – merkins
    Spades – scorpian kicks 2-is-1
    Hearts – iron crosses

    Mary: a set of Fletch Stretch hip openers wrapped up the workout

    DarkWingDuck prayed us out with intentions for Fletch’s mom.

  • Seventy-five and Still Alive – from Mobydick

    Under a full moon in wx to die for the combined pax of A1c and The Splash Pad came to get her to help YHC celebrate surviving and thriving with an All out workout for my 75th birthday. It was a pleasure be able to Q a wo that got some sweat out of some of the most season of us. A full body warmup with 75 reps of SSH Grass grabbers windmills high knees torso twist hi jill hi jack etc preceded the Thang. A mossey to the top of the garage ramp and a first of five sets of 15 dips With a run to the bottom of the ramp for the second set of 15 and back to the top for the third set you get the pix. For a total of 75 reps . Rinse and repeat with leg lifts, crunches, wife pleasers something else something else. Mix up the 25 or so runs up and down the ramps with backpeddles karaoke lunges etc and a good solid All Out workout that 8 years ago would have killed yours truly. But with the support and encouragement of my F3 buddies Thai old man that would have been headed for the home is now able handle all with grace. Thanks to you all.

  • Jose10K’s Sweat-Fest Recap: Moby is a lean, mean, fighting machine – from Jose10k

    So there we were—5 a.m., still basically night, but nature decided to bless us with 78 degrees of muggy disrespect, lightly garnished with a breeze that said, “This is the best you’re getting, deal with it.”

    Darkwing and Fletch rolled in, and with them, a historic moment: the legendary Run Cajun Run shirt was finally returned to its rightful owner—cue the slow clap. And of course, Old Faithful Moby showed up, reliable as that one knee that pops every time you stand up.

    We kicked it off with 5 minutes of warm-ups—code for “let’s convince our joints not to mutiny.” After a good stretch that felt like we were all auditioning for a Richard Simmons “Sweating to the Oldies” yoga DVD, we made our way to the courthouse for a classic round of 11s.

    Here’s the deal:
    • Merkins at the bottom
    • Run up the courthouse steps like Rocky Balboa
    • Hit the Copperhead Squats at the top—slow, painful
    • Then a leisurely jog all the way back down and around the courthouse, which somehow gets bigger every round.

    Repeat. For 45 glorious minutes. A symphony of sweat, pain, and the occasional existential crisis.

    The mumble chatter was strong—somewhere between therapy session and roast battle. Next Friday, Moby turns 75, which means his cue is legally required to contain both wisdom and at least one threat of injury. Tomorrow is Marsh Madness, where a new champion will be crowned. And don’t forget May 10th—Barely Legal is throwing down with the second annual F2 Extravaganza.
    Jose10K out. May your soreness be short and your coffee strong.

  • The 2nd time trying to post this BB: Here we go! – from Jose10k

    Ah yes, another fine gathering of elite athletes (and their AARP sponsors) at the peak of the A1C—where the air is crisp, the sweat is questionable, and the soundtrack is straight from your uncle’s favorite road trip mixtape. And yes Cowbell, most of my songs repeat. It’s the Pandora algorithm that suits me. I can’t help it if great music comes out of my hip pocket. A few usuals weren’t in attendance. We were without Fletch, BBW, and Darkwing. Surprising because the temperature was above the required 60 degrees for Darkwing to attend. Who knows?

    This morning, a young stallion (that’s me) led a herd of silver foxes in a ritual of pain, otherwise known as “11s.” After a five-minute warm-up (which for some was just mentally preparing to move), the squad got down to business. Merkins at the top of the ramp? No problem. Copperhead Squats at the bottom? Sure, as long as no one’s knees filed a formal complaint. It was how we travelled back and forth was the interesting aspect. Introducing the ramp games:—a chaotic display of movement variety that could only be described as “fitness meets interpretive dance.” Sprints turned into backwards jogs, which morphed into side shuffles, then into karaoke steps (though some of us just looked like we were dodging bees). Forward lunges, reverse lunges, duck walks—basically, a leg day so brutal that tomorrow’s stairs will require a life alert button.

    Just when we thought survival was near, it was time for a stair sprint, calf raises (because why not), and a ten-minute Mary session that made abs scream for mercy.

    In the end, sweat was shed, egos were bruised, and somewhere, a classic rock legend shed a single tear of approval. See you all next time… if we can still walk. Two weeks from now, April 11th, Moby, the eldest of our group turns 75, and he has promised to bring the pain. Come out and pay your respects and be impressed with this young lads intensity.

  • Moby is back to running!! – from Jose10k

    Ah yes, another fine gathering of elite athletes (and their AARP sponsors) at the peak of the A1C—where the air is crisp, the sweat is questionable, and the soundtrack is straight from your uncle’s favorite road trip mixtape. And yes Cowbell, most of my songs repeat. It’s the Pandora algorithm that suits me. I can’t help it if great music comes out of my hip pocket. A few usuals weren’t in attendance. We were without Fletch, BBW, and Darkwing. Surprising because the temperature was above the required 60 degrees for Darkwing to attend. Who knows?

    This morning, a young stallion (that’s me) led a herd of silver foxes in a ritual of pain, otherwise known as “11s.” After a five-minute warm-up (which for some was just mentally preparing to move), the squad got down to business. Merkins at the top of the ramp? No problem. Copperhead Squats at the bottom? Sure, as long as no one’s knees filed a formal complaint. It was how we travelled back and forth was the interesting aspect. Introducing the ramp games:—a chaotic display of movement variety that could only be described as “fitness meets interpretive dance.” Sprints turned into backwards jogs, which morphed into side shuffles, then into karaoke steps (though some of us just looked like we were dodging bees). Forward lunges, reverse lunges, duck walks—basically, a leg day so brutal that tomorrow’s stairs will require a life alert button.

    Just when we thought survival was near, it was time for a stair sprint, calf raises (because why not), and a ten-minute Mary session that made abs scream for mercy.

    In the end, sweat was shed, egos were bruised, and somewhere, a classic rock legend shed a single tear of approval. See you all next time… if we can still walk. Two weeks from now, April 11th, Moby, the eldest of our group turns 75, and he has promised to bring the pain. Come out and pay your respects and be impressed with this young lads intensity.

  • SIR LUNGE-A-LOT rerun at the A1c – from Einstein

    Cool this morning, on this second day of Spring, at the A1C ~ 41 degrees.
    Beautiful Moon according to BBQ – a waning gibbous according to Moby

    WARMUP: all IC15x; toe touch, side staddle hops, snap-crackle-pops,
    shoulder rolls, high jack hi jills, book covers, popeyes, shoulder shrugs, butt kicks,
    high knees, etc.

    THANG:
    Set 1 12 forward reaching lunges
    12 regular merkins
    repeat above set 1 sequence 2 more times
    mosey down the stairs, then run up the ramps

    Set 2 12 lateral reaching lunges
    12 pike merkins
    repeat above set 2 sequence 2 more times
    mosey down the stairs, then run up the ramps

    Set 3 12 posterior reaching lunges
    12 scapula merkins
    repeat above set 3 sequence 2 more times
    mosey down the stairs, then run up the ramps

    Mary: upper deck for some star jacks, dirkins , irkins, rocky balboas, freak nasties,
    and a set of BBQ’s hip openers

    Moby prayed us out with intentions for Jose10K’s mom.

  • Pi Day at The A1c – from Einstein

    Pleasant this morning on the deck of the parking garage at the A1C ~ 60 degrees.

    WARMUP: all IC14x; toe touch, side staddle hops, neck rolls(snap,crackle,pops),
    shoulder rolls, high jack hi jills, book covers, popeyes, etc.

    THANG:
    Pi (3.14)routine on the inclined upper ramp:
    3 burpees up top, run down, 14 merkins at the bottom, run back; repeat 14 times
    totals: 42 burpees, 196 merkins, plenty of running

    MARY:
    American Hammers with extension, big boy sit-ups, Jose10 wife pleasers, BBQ hip stretch

    Good to have DarkWingDuck back in action. We missed the stalwart Moby – as he was helping
    a buddy with an early morning ride to the airport. Wonder if he took the golfcart.

    DarkWing prayed us out.

  • Financial Literacy – from Jose10k

    Moby, a 75-year-old legend who claims he once out-sprinted a bill collector, and Jose10k , a young guy who thinks “compound interest” is a gym move, squared off in a workout that was equal parts sweat and financial reality check.

    The session kicked off with burpees—because, just like credit card interest, they compound quickly and make life miserable when ignored. Jose half-heartedly flopped through them, much like someone making minimum payments on a maxed-out credit card. Meanwhile, Moby, fueled by decades of discipline (and probably black coffee), executed each one with the precision of a man who never paid a cent in overdraft fees.

    Next up: core squats. “Think of this as your savings account,” Moby wheezed between reps. “The stronger your foundation, the less likely you are to collapse under debt.” Jose nodded, then immediately wobbled under the weight—just like someone living paycheck to paycheck with no emergency fund.

    Sprints followed, symbolizing the financial journey of many athletes who go from millions to bankruptcy faster than Jose’s short-lived attempt at working hard. “Basketball players sign a $50 million contract and end up broke because they don’t understand debt-to-income ratio,” Moby barked as Jose gasped for air. “You know what happens when you take out a loan with no plan to pay it back? Declines. Just like this incline sprint you’re struggling up.”

    Jose groaned but managed to stumble to the top. “But what if you’re not college-bound?” he asked, doubling over.

    Moby chuckled. “Then you learn skills, kid. Not everyone needs a degree, but everyone needs a way to earn money. You think the guy who built this gym needed calculus? No, he needed to know about supply, demand, and not blowing his paycheck on things that lose value faster than your stamina.”

    By the time they wrapped up, Jose was sprawled out like a busted investment portfolio. Moby patted him on the back. “Remember, kid—money and muscles work the same way. Put in the effort, stay consistent, and don’t expect overnight results. Otherwise, you’ll end up weak… and broke.”

    With that, Moby walked off, he had given all of his Financial Literacy wisdom he could share. Jose10k could only try to apply his lessons. But he thought to himself, what about Darkwing, Fletch, B.B.Q., and Einstein? Shouldn’t they know the truth?

  • Ladder of Trust: A chilly reunion! – from Jose10k

    On an extra chilly, windy morning, a solid group of men gathered for a high-intensity, no-weights workout. The crew was expecting a few “leggers” to show up, and Moby and BBQ made their return, adding to the morning’s energy. Darkwing Duck made a rare January appearance, earning himself the title of the new Punxsutawney Phil—since he saw his shadow and disappeared for another six weeks.

    The workout kicked off with a long, informal warm-up. The count was all over the place, but the group took the time to catch up—especially with BBQ, who hadn’t been around for a while.

    Once warmed up, the real work began with a ladder circuit:
    1. Sumo Squats (10 reps) → Run a lap
    2. Lunges (10 reps, 2=1) → Back to sumo squats → Run another lap
    3. Monkey Humpers → Repeat previous exercises → Lap
    4. Freak Nasties
    5. Dirkens
    6. Stone Mountains
    7. Diamond Merkins

    The group pushed through as many rounds as possible before circling up for a 10-minute core finisher, which included the must-have Wife Pleasers—a crowd favorite.

    Closing:
    BBQ led the COT (Circle of Trust) and closed in prayer, with special attention given to all the new grandbabies in his group, making sure those extra grandbabies are well cared for. Just a bunch of old guys discussing the world as always!

    A strong, cold, and windy morning well spent—thanks for the leadership, and see you on the flip side!