Trust in the Lord and keep your powder dry!

Twas the second day of the week and F3 Carterico was coming alive. The morning stars were shining brightly over the battlefield and the fart sack enemy had been defeated once again. A group of highly motivated, highly dedicated, and dang near suffocated pax would not be denied their morning grind. A new FNG Puddin Roberts decided that this would be the last day he would choose to fight the fartsack and join his friends on the field of battle.  The area where friendship is born, fat is burned, and lactic thresholds are surpassed.

Reef Donkey and Duckbutter let it be known how unruly they were going to become if the Q decided to run too much. After a quick mosey loop to the Army PRT warmup commenced.

• Side Shuttle Hop
• Squat Bender
• Rear Lunge
• Windmill

Following our beloved warmup, the Q lead the pax for a quick half-mile loop around the field. The pax were becoming somewhat unruly with comments from left field; however, the Texas push-up challenge followed with a set of 5, 6, and 7.  Some pax questioned the ability of Texans to count push-ups, but this failed to slow down our journey.

The Q quickly set an azimuth back around the field for another half-mile loop.  After arriving back at the LZ, the Q led the highly motivated pax in the Gambetta Leg Circuit which consisted of:

• 20 Squats
• 20 Forward Lunges
• 20 Rear Lunges
• 20 Wojo’s
• 200m Sprint(Mozey for some, walk for others…)

Following the circuit, the pax immediately beat feet back towards the flag to stand tall in front of Uncle Sam and receive a quick geometry lesson from Ron Burgundy.   Following the workout, the longest and most challenging naming convention was established. FNG Puddin Roberts was trying to become a member of our beloved group; however, the pax couldn’t decide on what to name him.  Finally, after a few hours of deliberation, the Q settled on Butterscotch.

After all, it only hurts up to a certain point, and then it doesn’t get any worse.

Lamarr