During an evening of “refined athletic hydration” (aka bourbon tasting) with a few F3 brothers, the conversation took the inevitable turn — who’s bringing the pain and who’s handing out participation trophies in their Qs (no we’re not talking about your Boys of Summer trophy Fandango). After a few generous pours, YHC’s inner Q decided it was go time. With no whiteboard in sight, a paper plate was recruited for duty. Between the chicken scratch handwriting and bourbon-fueled brilliance, a masterpiece of suffering was born. The 666 beatdown at Satan’s Hill came to life — forged in whiskey, scribbled in chaos, and executed with questionable judgment but undeniable enthusiasm. Here is how it all went down:
Warm Up: Mosey in the parking lot and back to circle up for various IC exercises. PAX informed to grab a coupon (block or sandbag) of choice and take it to the main entrance of the parking lot. Mosey to the bottom of Satan’s Hill.
COP 1: 666 on Satan’s Hill – Starting at the bottom of the hill PAX performs 6 HRM Burpees. The hill was broken into 3rds for 6 different exercises (3 up, 3 down). Going up the hill: 1/3 Bernie, 2/3 OH carry coupon, 3/3 Broad Jump Bunny Hops. At the top of the hill, performed 6 Burpee w/ Firecrackers. Going down the hill: 1/3 Run, 2/3 Lunges w/ coupon, 3/3 Bear Crawl or Crab Walk – Repeat x 3 1/2
Returned to the flag with 4 minutes left and did a quick ring of fire abs edition. Time called
Names, Numbers, Announcements (The Bridge 11/15, SOJ Chili Cook Off 11/23 – Sign up posted today by Crabgrass, F3 Daddy/Daughter Dance 12/6), Prayers (Hermey’s wife recovery from ankle surgery)
Thanks for humoring my bourbon-born brainstorm, fellas. Thinking I’ll sign up to bring paper plates to the Chili Cook-Off — not for serving food, but to sketch out future “inspired” workouts for everyone else to be Q’d up! Cheers to bad ideas, good company, and Satan’s Hill for always beating our ass! Have a blessed weekend fellas!