Though many of the PAX followed Cardinal’s lead in giving the last IPC Saturday a thumbs down, 8 brave PAX braved the coupon ridiculousness in full view of the lady race at The Peltch on Saturday.
Per usual, the smaller-than-usual number of men gathered around the flag only mattered until things got going, then we became a small, concentrated force of determination and shared suffering. There could have been two or twenty men–once the thrusters started to hit, the exterior world melted away.
We started with high numbers of the usual warmups to work off the soreness YJ had built up into our collective muscles, The FNG to be named String Cheese (Incident) sauntered over from the parking area by the building and settled right in as if he’d been doing F3 for years.
We then moseyed over to the truck to grab coupons, cones, signs, etc. and hauled them down to the field amidst the growing number of women setting up for the race. America’s Best corrected YHC after a comment about the “women’s race” saying that he planned to run in it and beat everyone in his age bracket, so obviously, it wasn’t a women’s race, despite the pink and purple decorations, the title of the group (“Femmes Natales”), and the big inflatable finish line that said “Great Job, Ladies!” But, hey, this is 2023, so go get ’em, AB! (Seriously, though, to run a race after that IPC is unreal. YHC just ran from the truck to the flag area once we were done and the legs staged a formal protest.)
Once everything was setup on the field, YHC gave an explanation with explanations for the FNG, and the PAX was ready to rock with way fewer questions than expected. Writing the routine on the board the night before proved to be quite a task, but the PAX didn’t really seem to need it.
The Thang:
Throughout–5 minute timer (E5MOM), and every time it went off, execute 3 Kraken Burpees (Burpee with 3 hand-release merkins at the bottom). This was a morale sucker–it felt like it was going off every two minutes, and it broke up any momentum. Definitely a mental-toughness test.
Round 1:
-Murder Bunny to first cone (10 yards out), 10 thrusters, bear crawl back to start, 5 perfect merkins (also called “no-cheat”: hand-release merkin with shoulder taps at the top).
-Run to the coupon, murder Bunny to second cone (20 yards out), 15 thrusters, bear crawl back to start, 5 perfect merkins
-Run to the coupon, murder Bunny to third cone (30 yards out), 20 thrusters, bear crawl back to start, 5 perfect merkins
–Run to the coupon, Redrum Bunny to second cone (20 yards out), 15 thrusters, bear crawl back to start, 5 perfect merkins
-Run to the coupon, Redrum Bunny to first cone (10 yards out), 10 thrusters, bear crawl back to start, 5 perfect merkins
Round 2:
Same as Round 1, but with WW3 situps instead of thrusters (Big boy situps with coupon, bench press up and down while lying down, then situp and overhead press once at the top. That’s 1 rep)
Round 3:
Same as Round 2, but with man-makers (blockees–burpees with coupon) instead of WW3 situps.
BAPS kept cranking the tunes, the lady race set-up team kept staring, the timer kept going off, and these fellas just kept stacking on the reps, one at a time. Nobody stopped or complained, not even Duke or the FNG. Every time I looked over, String Cheese was bunnying or bear crawling, and Duke actually kept moving, too, unlike his typical Saturday routine of cycling from PAX to PAX asking for the time. The rest of the crew finished this year’s greuling IPC month with true perseverance in the face of what seemed to be impossible routines, and like last year, I think this month brought about some major growth, a real level-up for a number of these guys.
AB quickly went from being one of the new guys to being a regular, beastly contender at the front of the pack. Popeye revealed that he’s got an incredibly massive reserve tank of mental toughness. Despite Safety Valve’s hatred for coupons, he refuses to miss an opportunity to push hard with good men, he never stops, and he’s clearly taken deep ownership of what F3 is all about. Yankee Joe is a glutton for punishment–nobody sees the benefits of shared pain like him. Pope has long said goodbye to composite coupons, and he’s giving YHC a run for his money, every single beatdown. Wet Tap eats coupons for breakfast, and challenge draws him like a moth to a flame–IPC is where he consistently shines.
It was hard to be without other IPC studs like Diddle, Enron, and Dox, but we’ve got plenty to feed the need this month as IPC finishes, but Jurpee-tober begins. Time to do groiners in your den in front of your wife and kids for no good reason!
COT down at the field, Animal shirt went to Popeye for making it look like a pleasant walk in the park, the FNG was named by AB, who revealed that his brain actually works better after a tough beatdown, and then AB also prayed us out.
Incredible job, fellas! Thanks for pushing me through another crazy IPC month!
SYITG,
Goose
