Am I SOS, or am I NOS? I am part of F3Rva, that’s what I am, though unquestionably I fit into the SOJ category. I would probably caucus with the SOS crew if forced to choose, like for a game of ultimate for instance.
I participate in a lot of beatdowns with the Alamo and Satan’s Hill boys. I also find myself at Ruckhenge, the Forge, and Rock n’ Roll. Once a quarter or so, I’ll head into the city for DogPile on Saturday. Seems like I have a foot in a couple of different regions. Most of this is down to where I live, not in New Market or RounTrey, not in Bon Air, I’m in the in-between, right down the road from L Woods.
Sounds like everyone had a great time at the SOJ v. NOS ultimate frisbee game this past week, and my commentary is in no way meant to detract from the merits of competition between regions. Keep it up! But every so often, I encourage everyone to drive five, ten, fifteen additional minutes, visit another AO. Maybe do it with some regularity. This will pay dividends. F3Rva is teeming with solid HIMs, every region, and it’s a treat to see different faces and AOs. It’s a little easier for me, living in the in-between; if I had an AO in my neighborhood, of course it would be a staple post for me.
So today I lead my first Q at the Forge, an awesome and spacious AO with a ton of options. Great guys, 14 strong, and an FNG courtesy of Gaudi. And we got after it!
Run to the tennis courts. Circle up for:
Andy Dufresne, rotator cuff stretches, helicopters, dead man hang, cherry pickers, SSHs, copperhead squats, merkins, downward dog and cobra stretches, Thor’s Chair (feet stay off the ground the whole time if you’re able, start with 10 scrunchy frogs followed by 1 American hammer, 9 scrunchy frogs then 2 American hammers, it’s like 11s without running, your last set should be 1 scrunchy frog/10 American hammers. I think the PAX really enjoyed this.)
Run to the track. Four corners, not prostitute style. 10 broad jump burpees, 20 LBCs, 30 Lt. Dans, 40 groiners
To the bleachers. Bear crawl up the wet and treacherous bleachers. Crawl bear back down. Next, we tried crawl bearing up the bleachers and immediately abandoned this idea, so we just bear crawled back up the bleachers a final time.
We tried running to the hill on the side of the school but were stymied by fences and gates. Change of plans. Run back to the tennis courts. SSHs until the six was in, then 10 burpees. More running to the school steps/benches.
Dora time. Runner up the stairs, down the hill, and back to their partner. 100 spiderman pushups. 200 dips. 300 monkey humpers. BTTF.
Names. Numbers. Announcements. Check Slack.
Philip Grotz, aka Dr. Who; a doctor whose first concert, none of the PAX recognized the performer. Poof! Dr. Who is born. He hung tough and kept pace. Keep coming out brother!
Prayers for Florence and his family, prayers for the unspoken needs of the PAX.
I had a blast this morning fellas. Thank you for letting me lead. Until next time
