It was a great day. YHC could end right there – period, but since I apparently have too much time on my hands…….
TheJudge, Banana and I arrived to take advantage of the pile of fill dirt I scouted on my recon the previous day. It just so happens I drive around aimlessly with sandbags, bands, markers, cards and signs so with child labor laws suspended here in Carterico, I put the boys to work. Onsie arrived super early and had me thinking of how to talk my way out of what I imagined would be the second time I have been arrested. The first being for riding the back of a Winnebago heavily armed with Corona, but that’s for another day. My man Linus tested the preblast by showing up well after the bell so I had to break the promise 1 BURPEE.
Pax arrived and the charter started which I love. It was a beautiful 38 degrees so the warm up was short and filled with chatter to include Linus’ story of how his M once broke her hand putting together a plastic toy on Christmas eve – I can not believe the police bought that story but hey…
THE THANG –
BAND PRACTICE – YHC band work was cut short after Exterior rotations, Presses, and Rows because Cooter thought he came out for a bootcamp so off we went to the pullup bars. PAX paired up after a mishap during a count off – One partner did AMRAP dips at the bleachers as the other partner either held a chin up for 10 sec or completed 5 pull ups, once completed the partners swapped over – 4 rounds completed and with 36 minutes left we headed to the parking lot for
SANTA BAGS – 14 sand bags lined the edge of the parking lot all numbered and labeled with an exercise and repetitions – sandbag squat, sand bag press, sand bag lunge, LBC, merkin, pickle pounders, American hammers, mountain climbers, triceps extensions, air press, mike Tysons, plank jacks, bobby hurley, squats. The PAX lined up and ran to the gift exchange area, grabbed a present and brought it back to the starting point to execute said exercise marked on the Santa bag. Once completed, the bag was brought back to the exchange area and exchanged for another. As I sit here I believe the workout unintentionally defined the muscles in my lower back more so than anything else – what say you? mission complete once all 14 PAX had received all 14 bags and off to
DECK OF DEATH – Fun times, communication is key and maybe the train left the tracks but I blame the Tennessee school system for their loose grasp of the English language and spelling. Ten count flutter kicks are so 2018 anyway but thejudge gave it the old middleschool try. Im pretty sure FrankandBeans went home after coffee and knocked out the last 70 just cause it wasn’t sitting well with him. 🙂 Somehow one of the PAX loaded the deck so my first draw was in fact BURPEES (10) dahgnabit!! So after eating crow for promising no BURPEES, Cooter threw gasoline on the fire as only a stud would do and it was seven more as he cashed in a wild card for the devils exercise. No boot camp is ever really over until there is a superman sighting so with a nod to M3 (My Mr Miyagi) we hard stopped after same.
The eggs are all mine and 6 of them were delicious this morning, since my M is still DR – its Eggs for dinner boys.
Thank you Onsie for taking us out beautifully. We are praying for brothers struggling, Ms’ health issues, Brothers’ surgeries and the attack on something as special, Godly and encouraging to men as this group is. Make no mistake, the devil sees the beauty in this and what F3 does in the lives of men (I’ll testify) We fight with Prayer and plant seeds with our deeds (unintentional rhyme)
Thanks for the help with the clean up, Thank you Bullfighter for making the trip out brother – hope to see you again soon. Now, what to do with the rest of the day?……..
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