Author: Snuff

  • All the Things she said

    13 fanboys brought their bundled selves one cold morning to the hottest ticket this side of Williamsburg. Snuff Underground: Indie rockettes edition. All there with the same goal – try and stay warm. Easy with the beats of Clairo, The Cranberries and Patti Smith. Manic pixie dreamgirl approved.

    5-burpee slaughter start then mosey to the back lot stopping to pay the toll.

    Mosey to the lot with some SSHs then a full mosey around the field only stopping for some OG style burpees in the far corner.

    Loop back around to the bleachers for a triple check.

    Mosey around the lot then a series of ascending cocaine bears followed by ascending lunge walk then squats. No Doubt.

    Mosey back around the half field then back into a circle for several rounds of nonstop mirkin Mary.

    Mosey back around the lot then another triple check with flutters and Bulgarian split squats.

    Mosey back to the flag for a 10-burpee wind down.

    COT and coffee for a hot minute.

  • Discomfort Crisis

    The general populace may be getting too comfortable but not these 10 men who embraced the suck on the coldest wettest morning of the year. 34 degrees and nonstop rain, LFG. The triumphant return of Crash Test Dummy, who somehow forgot to bring the desert heat. We still love you CTD.

    Mosey to the back parking lot and around the field, then back to the covered pavilion. YHC revealed he had spent too much time on the playlist and not enough time planning, so the warmup was extra warm with lots of SSH and quick reps including 20 big boy WW2s to get the blood flowing.

    4 stations, one at each bench. Bulgarian split squats, dips, decline/incline mirkins, step ups. Each group rotated whenever the mirkin station called out to switch. After a full rotation, we needed to get even more warm: Mankillers to the beat.

    Another full rotation, then a whole bunch of ab exercises to 100: LBCs, American Hammers, flutters, and some other stuff. One more full rotation and then we had one more song to get back to the flag.

    COT – gratitude for the fortitude to get out in the gloom and the push through the rain, through the discomfort, and prove once again that we can face the new day with all 3 Fs.

    And… a cup of hot coffee or 3 out of the back of the Snuff-mobile. A small comfort, well-earned.

  • Last Sunrise

    12 men, 1 playlist, no plan. LFG.

    Mosey around the loop. Warmarama with no breaks, making sure to double up on arm circles so everyone was calibrated on proper arm circle form.

    Clockwork mirkins on the hill follow by clockwork LBCs on the hill. 24 hours of burn.

    Mosey to the lower lot and then part way up Mt Chaplain, snaking up and around and down and around and up and around each tree and bush like a roller coaster off the rails.

    Half a quattro de checko with mountain climbers, squats and flutters while timer rifle carried a traffic cone around the lot.

    Mosey down the ramp where we entered the dangerous portion of the workout. Outside the railing, slow walk up the stone taking care not to fall off the straight drop off to the right.

    Triple check with tooth fairies up and around, dips and step ups on the big bench.

    At the bottom of the hill, we had one goal: get to the top of Mt Chaplain as fast as possible. Sprint to the top.

    Hilltop LBCs and a meditation on what could possibly be our last sunrise.

    COT and a moment to reflect on the one thing we would choose to do, if it were in fact the last day.

    Gratitude.

  • Rich men south of Richmond

    18 citizens gathered to exercise their civic duty to the tunes of Snuff Underground: Election Day edition.

    Warmarama: 46 SSHs, happy birthday to YHC.

    Count off 1s and 2s. Each pair presented their platform: an exercise of their choice. Mirkins or arm circles? The PAX voted and the loser ran a lap while everyone did the winning exercise. This democracy went on for a couple rounds until the PAX was corrupted into voting for pandering candidates. It then switched to a constitutional monarchy while we listened to God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols. Then a dictatorship when YHC didn’t like the choices. Then some voters were forced to do the exercise of the opposing party’s platform. Then some PAX members got their exercise flipped around and got a taste of their own medicine. Then all the election winners huddled and chose the exercise for the losers knowing full well that when they got back from their lap, they would be at the mercy of the losers. It was pure electoral chaos.

    Circled up for some ab Mary where the PAX members went around the circle doing 10 of an ab exercise, except the person on each side also did it with you. Then we ran the OG lap around all the fields before heading back towards the flag. Deep state dips on the bridge to an extreme metal cover of ‘Southern Man’ and then we all lined up on the basketball court for a series of suicide sprints. Rule #1 of Snuff Underground is that when you complain about the music you gotta pay, even if it is making your ears bleed. Hold plank to the entire song of ‘This Land is your Land’ by Woody Guthrie.

    COT. Get out there and vote.

  • Snuff Underground: Ghost Flag

    3 NOS pirates raided the Alamo and planted the Ghost Flag with 15 SOS.

    The music was loud and everyone was on edge. Warmarama with SSHs, DQs, helicopters, imperial squat walkers. A request to turn down the volume so as not to offend the neighbors.

    Mosey to the courts for some Cocaine Bear crawls with ascending mirkins. Run it back with lunge walks and ascending squats. YHC didn’t drive to the southern reaches to quietly Q, so we had to take it to the club. Snuff Underground isn’t one venue, it’s a state of mind.

    Mosey to the tunnel where the acoustics were good and the sounds of exertion were contained. Cranked it back up with a triple check with WW2s and jump squats.

    The beat was pounding for some wall work Pigskin-style: hoedowns, donkey kicks and balls to the wall, 3 rounds with a dirty hookup at the end.

    Surround sound for 100 LBCs, flutters, planks and some stretching.

    Last triple check with heels to heaven + lunges. Mosey back to the flag for a few burpees.

    COT and prayers. That we may all lead by example; in our homes, our families and our communities.

  • All just a happening

    17 men for a super special edition of Snuff Underground: Breathwork.

    Mosey to circle for a warmarama with some lofi beats.

    Mosey to the amphitheater where the music heated up for some box jumps up the steps and mirkins at the bottom. Per usual Snuff Underground rules, the song continued without expectation of ending.

    Dora with squats, LBCs and monkey humpers until the song changed again.

    Mosey to the underground where we faced heartbreak and devastation: the club is now closed. Fenced in with barbed wire. The reverb will return one day, but not today.

    Mosey to the wall for some wall work to the beat: wall sits, donkey kicks and running up and down the hill.

    Then, it was time for something different. Sitting all together in the amphitheater, watching the sunrise, for a 15-minute Alan Watts-guided mediation about the happening, about thoughts, and about the breath.

    Minds clear, mosey back to the flag for COT.

    Thanks for being up for something different.

  • Rise of the Machines

    Beckoned by the sounds of Snuff Underground: Machine Forge, eight T-100 model Terminators arrived in the fading gloom. One of a few final fleeting dawns before humanity is eaten by A.I.

    Mosey to warmarama. Mosey around to the hill + wall. 11s mirkins run up the hill donkey kicks on the wall and back down.

    ICBMs in the air, we stumbled to the glass-strewn fallout shelter. Dry, dark and safe for a Dora. 200 LBCs, 300 squats, 400 monkey humpers. Mostly over the hump, audible to a hand release mirkin rendition singing ‘Let the Bodies Hit the Floor.’ And when I say audible, I mean the volume was LOUD. The walls reverberated with percussive nuclear blasts.

    Exiting the shelter it was off to the Arena for the battle against ourselves. A.I. is but a mirror to the grand average of humanity’s messy language and we will not stand it. 11s up the steps, mirkins and V-Ups. Large Language Milquetoast. ChatGPTedious.

    A prayer of gratitude: for this fellowship, this fitness and this faith. Carry the fire. SYITG.

  • Graceland

    7 men convened for Paul Simon’s 7th studio album. Front to back, a musical masterpiece.

    In the early 1980s, Simon’s relationship with his former musical partner Art Garfunkel had deteriorated, his marriage to the actress Carrie Fisher had collapsed, and his previous record, Hearts and Bones (1983), had been a commercial failure.

    And yet….

    Mosey around the front of the school, mosey around the road, all the way to the back gate, for some more moseying. Machismo said it was a ‘forgery’ because he came for the electronic beats of Snuff Underground and instead was regaled with South African street music. Moseying continued.

    In the amphitheater, 11s up and down the big steps, dips and WW2s. Some interesting talk of angry Ms and the impending robot army. In spite of which, we are still happy. Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.

    Moseyed some more around to the wall for the longest set of hoedowns ever done, to the beat.

    Moseyed some more up and around and back down again to the base of Mt Chaplain. Some bear crawls up, mirkins, more bear crawls, jump squats. 100 LBCs, 100 mountain climbers, then one last long mosey down to the cul de sac and back up to the flag.

    5 of the 7 attendees need to get ready for Ragnar.

    COT.

  • Q4 Results – Snuff Underground

    13 ravers mosey to the club and dance to the beat until the break of dawn. ‘Read the book that wrote itself.’

    Wararama to ‘The Fall of Babylon’ and ‘Surf Rider.’ Started a musical dora with ‘The Mirror’ and 200 mirkins, 300 squats and 400 LBCs but an audible to the wall for ‘Ritual’ tempo work with wall sits, balls to the wall, and donkey kicks.

    To the amphitheater to continue the dora. The song ‘Stress’ only amped things up. Audible again back to the club because the acoustics weren’t as good and the song ‘Angel of Death’ came on. Dora continues to ‘F**kFray.’

    Mosey back towards the flag and ‘The Lake’ with a moment on the hill for some Shivassana and a dark reflection on mortality and aging to the sounds of ‘Piel.’ But the sun is on the horizon and every day from now until November there is more light.

    Find your ‘Secure Place’ out there in the gloom. COT and prayers.

  • Cold doomscroll

    Seven content creators took a freezing journey to the outer recesses of the TikTok algorithm with a music-fueled ban-worthy beatdown:

    Started a minute early because who has time to sit around when it is 13 degrees.

    Mosey to the back lot, stop and pay the toll with incline mirkins and dips.

    33 SSHs, then grab a block and mosey around the lot. Ascending block curls at each parking space, then ascending block squats. Mosey around the lot. Chest presses then WW2s with the block. Mosey around the lot. Bear crawls dragging the block until DK figured out you could just slide with it. Rifle carry the block back to the pile.

    Mosey to the field for some triple check action: dips and LBCs.

    Mosey back to the basketball courts, pay the toll.

    Circle up for the best TikTok dance of all time, Mankillers. Shoutout to the og influencer Last Call who reminded me how to do them.

    Some mirkin mary, and ab mary, until we had one song left. Burpees to the end. COT.

    Wow it was cold! We definitely kept it moving. 7 people, at that temp? Impressive to see everyone out.