F3 New Orleans

Tag: The A1C

  • Stripes: Razzle Dazzle! – from Jose10k

    Cut it out! Cut it out! Cut it out! The hell’s the matter with you? Stupid! We’re all very different people. We’re not Watusi. We’re not Spartans. We’re Americans, with a capital ‘A’, huh? You know what that means? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We’re the underdog. We’re mutts! Here’s proof: his nose is cold! But there’s no animal that’s more faithful, that’s more loyal, more loveable than the mutt. Who saw “Old Yeller?” Who cried when Old Yeller got shot at the end?
    Nobody cried when Old Yeller got shot? I’m sure.
    I cried my eyes out. So we’re all dogfaces, we’re all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We’re mutants. There’s something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us – we’re soldiers. But we’re American soldiers! We’ve been kicking ass for 200 years! We’re ten and one! Now we don’t have to worry about whether or not we practiced. We don’t have to worry about whether Captain Stillman wants to have us hung. All we have to do is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now do what I do, and say what I say. And make me proud.

    Psycho: The name’s Francis Soyer, but everybody calls me Psycho. Any of you guys call me Francis, and I’ll kill you.
    Leon: Ooooooh.
    Psycho: You just made the list, buddy. And I don’t like nobody touching my stuff. So just keep your meat-hooks off. If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I’ll kill you. Also, I don’t like nobody touching me. Now, any of you homos touch me, and I’ll kill you.
    Sergeant Hulka: Lighten up, Francis.

    Recruiter: Now, are either of you homosexuals?
    John Winger: [John and Russell look at each other] You mean, like, flaming, or…
    Recruiter: Well, it’s a standard question we have to ask.
    Russell Ziskey: No, we’re not homosexual, but we are *willing to learn*.
    John Winger: Yeah, would they send us someplace special?
    Recruiter: I guess that’s “no” on both. Now if you could just give Uncle Sam your autograph…

    John Winger: Why’d the chicken cross the road?
    Soldiers: To get from the left to the right
    John Winger: He stepped out of rank, got hit by a tank
    Soldiers: He ain’t no chicken no more

    I am hoping with the title that you started remembering how great that movie was, and how it could not be made today. Oh well, it was the theme to the workout this morning. So we had a warm-up, picture us singing
    There she was just a-walkin’ down the street, singin’
    ‘Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do’
    Snappin’ her fingers and shufflin’ her feet, singin’
    ‘Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do’
    She looked good (Looked good)
    She looked fine (Looked fine)
    She looked good, she looked fine
    And I nearly lost my mind

    Okay, to the actually workout. The stripes on the parking garage: 1merkin, skip a stripe, 2 merkings, and so on. On the way back, 1 squat, skip, 4 squats, skip, 8 squats, and so on. Back again, lunges. 2 is 1: 1 skip a stripe, 2, skip a stripe, 4, then 6, and so on. Finished up with 2 minutes of stretching. COT, prayers for my coworkers husband in ICU, Hammer and his home purchase and future house being sold, and good will to all that need it. SOGO has the Q tomorrow, turkey trot next thursday. SYITG, thanks for letting me lead this amazing group of young men.

  • To Bata or not Tabata – from Mobydick

    An overcast damp AO greeted the PAX this morning. Apologies to the runners. No moseying. After a 10 minute stretch and a little butt kicking and SSH YHC turned over the workout to the Tabata app. 45 sec exercise 30 sec rest. 6 exercises SSH/squats/merkins/crunches/freddie mercuries/box cutters 5 sets of each 1 minute between sets. Timed sets give everyone the chance to pack in all the reps he can.
    COT. and prayer for acceptance.

  • EXICON Workouts at the A1C – from Einstein

    Cool this morning, in the 40s.

    Warmup: toe touch, ss hops, arm circles, imperial walkers, neck rolls, hillbillys, shoulder throw fling back press, scissors, thumb drives, imaginary jump rope

    Thangs from the Exicon: Four Corner Escalator, Quarter Pounder, & Webbicide
    ;totals were astronomical

    Finished up with some star jack jumps and 1 minute of rocky balboas

    DarkWingDuck prayed us out.

  • We lost a Moby, BBQ is NOT a Swifty, and Steve still can’t write a backblast – from Jose10k

    Happy National Beer Day gentlemen. It was a foggy, smokey morning at the A1C. Discussions were plenty during the warm-ups. So much so, there wasn’t even a cadence. And after grass grabbers, there wasn’t a Moby anymore either. He tweaked something in his back. But the beatdown had to continue. After the warm-ups, where we learned that BBQ is not a Swifty, even though he is a huge Chiefs fan, we moseyed to the Rock Garden, aka Stonehenge, aka BedRock, aka the butterfly sanctuary for some rock work. 7 exercises, 10 reps each: shoulder presses, curls, rows, squats, lunges, chess presses, and big boy sit ups. Rotate to the right and repeat. YHC was worried about Moby, so we moseyed back up to the top to see him stretching out that back. So we did some 4 corners. 5 burpees at each, and lt. Dan the length of the parking garage, 2 lunges, 1 squat, 4 lunges, 2 squats, and so on. Finished up with 5 minutes of Mary. BBQ prayed us out, remember about the spooky monster mash tomorrow gentlemen. See Steve, that’s what a backblast looks like.

  • 11’s at the A1C – from Einstein

    Muggy 65 degree morning for the usual minus Moby at the A1C. Warm-ups: As always, an extra long warm-u Round Robin style. We decided as a group that 11’s was the workout this morning. Burpees and suicide squats with running down the ramp, and side shuffle on the way back up. After that, it was a Round Robin Mary. Dark Wing prayed us out with intentions to Fletch’s brother who recently was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Bushwackers camping trip on 11/4, see slack for the information.

  • Friday The 13TH – from Einstein

    13 was the magic number today with no Triskaidekaphobia, but plenty of pain.

    Warmup: all ICx13 toe-touch, ss hops, swimmers, imperial walkers, shoulder rolls-f&r, hillbillies(a.k.a. country boys according to Fletch), high knees, neck rolls-c&cc, butt kicks, hi jack-hi jills.

    Main Event: descending series of three exercises; burpee, Hindu pushup, and squats.
    Starting with 13 of each of those, then run loop around the upper deck of the parking garage. Then 12 of each, then 11 of each, ….then 1 of each.
    Totaling 91 burpees, 91 Hindu pushups, 91 squats, ~1.3 miles of running

    Circle up
    DarkWingDuck prayed us out.

  • Route 66 Part II and post beat down breakfast! – from BBQ

    Another Route 66 themed beat down on 10/6 and following YHC ‘s 66th birthday! A quick warm up as YHC was late and we needed to get to the thang. A BLIMPS. 6 spots for 6 different exercises and different reps. 6 Burpees then mosey to 12 lunges ( 2 as 1 and half forward and 1/2 backward ) then mosey to 18 Imperial walkers then Bobby Hurley every third parking spot line to 24 Merkins then mosey to 30 air presses then mosey to 36 squats and finish with a Travis Kelce every third parking spot line ( a 3 point stance!) . Most of the PAX completed 6 rounds. Bushwhacker and Hogsbreath intensified and did 8+. There was music. Route 66 song in warm ups and XFM’s Classic Rock BBQ channel. We ended with a few stretches. COT and BBQ prayed us out. It was a honor to lead this PAX. The big bonus was another breakfast by Stella. Umm great! Bushwhacker brought flower and made my M’s day!

  • Friday Fun Day! – from BBQ

    A mighty 5 started wit the usual warm ups. As always my warm ups are inspired by Einstein’s Q’s. The thang was a ladder exercise in 4 corners. We started with 5 burpees, 10 lunges with 2 as 1, 15 Hand release merkins and 20 LBC’s in each corner. The ladder for each round around the top parking lot was +5, +5, -5 and -5. Between the East to West corners we did a star jack at every third parking lot line on one side and copperhead squats every third line on the other side. A mosey on the short North to South sides. We finished with a few good hip and hamstring stretches for this respect full PAX. Jose 10K prayed us out and added more inspiration. It was an honor to lead these fine young men.

  • Grumpy Old Men – from Fletch

    The usual Pax joined together at the top of the A1C. The weather has gotten better, Bushwacker still hasn’t posted on a Friday, and the average age continues to be the current AO record on the Northshore. We gathered to put in some sweat to start our weekend off the right way. All on top of the parking garage, merkins, lunges, squats, runs, etc… This is basically just a reminder for PAXminer and for everyone else: There is always a group working out on Friday mornings at the A1c!

  • 45 gets you hate! – from Jose10k

    74 degrees after a mini hurricane the night before made for a mild morning beatdown. A few of us were still suffering from illnesses from the beginning of the week, so it was a simple workout. BBQ was mourning the loss from last night football game, Moby was promoting his juicing regiment that gave him radiant skin and a vascular system that revivals a 30 year old, and Einstein was still promoting Geritol. KISS, was the theme of the morning. After a warm-up, moseyed to the side of the parking garage for a DORA. Partner 1 runs a loop, while partner 2 completes 50 big boys, 100 copperhead squats, and 150 merkins. Rinse and repeat until each man completed all exercises. 2 calf raises each step back up stairs. COT, Moby prayed us out. That’s all I got y’all. Work is calling. See some of y’all at the Gipper tomorrow to run with the Wacker.