Author: Snuff

  • Cliffhanger

    Horngrabler by Alphorn-Grossformation on the radio. Because nothing resonates across the mountainous region of NoToll like traditional Swiss wind instruments. The fields are alive with the sounds of grunting.

    7 alpinists enjoyed a Warmarama while musing ‘it’s not not a cult.’ Because the last 2 Tuesdays in a row, anyone walking through Huguenot Park at 5:30a would be very confused.

    Mosey around all the fields and returning for our Cindys. Because Last Call loves a good Cindy, you could hear it in his voice. “What the heck?” It was time for some playground beatdown.

    Partner 1 with block step ups on the bench while timer ran the playground loop. At least 4 or 5 times each.

    Triple check: timer runs the loop while 2nd man hangs from the bars, 3rd man does block curls. DK managed to insult the playlist because it was ‘very mainstream.’ Dagger through the heart.

    At the mountain of madness: 11s, 10 mountain climbers at the base, bear crawl up the play hill, calf raises at the top. Every dead body on Everest was once a very motivated person. Then we held canoe with feet hanging out into thin air.

    Some block thrusters and squats in the parking lot and it was time.

    And yes, L Woods, there was a shovel flag. Gotchu.

    COT – prayers for Tin Man and for health and for strength.

    And before we all left – a bonus track – DK’s 2.0 with some epic metal screaming on YouTube. The kids are alright.

  • Light it up like its dynamite

    1 pulse pounding playlist, 12 men at the club til dawn.

    Warmarama: 7.5 minutes of dancing to this song:

    Mosey across the fields; ground pounding 11s with donkey kicks on the fence, bear crawl 5 yards and mirkins, on repeat.

    Mosey around the field and back to the pavilion for a Dynamite triple check: raise the roof, twerk squats, timer runs to the center of the field.

    3.5 minutes of dancing.

    Monkey jumpers, Alabama prom dates, Rosalitas, pickle pounders to everyone’s favorite Lonely Island song. Cash or credit.

    Circle up for some Charlie XCX, burpee every time she sings ‘I Love It.’

    Scrunchy frogs to the tune of Crazy Frog. Trojan remarked that this song may have more cultural relevance than anything Bob Dylan released. Debatable, but no one can doubt the sheer brilliance of the Crazy Frog.

    Attempted some mankillers but to be honest they weren’t hitting the beat so we just danced instead.

    Mosey to the lot: 11s to the tune of Rihanna: polesmokers, crab walk to the curb, crab cakes. All to the beat: we found love in a hopeless place.

    Mosey back to the flag for one more minute of dancing: “One day you’ll leave this world behind so live a life you will remember.”

    COT and gratitude for the great dance.

  • Boom clap

    7 men, 7 bells. Incessant ringing.

    Mosey to the roundabout for a warmarama. SSHs, DQs, helicopters, mirkins, plank jacks, LBCs, Rosalita whips, etc.

    Mosey to the double stair case for a some overhead press per stair, descending squats per stair. Jump squats up the stairs, squat down the stairs.

    Some wall work, hoedowns with the kettle bells. Then balls to the wall Bombs over Baghdad. Sprint to the other end of the soccer field.

    Chest presses oyo followed by WW3s: feet up the hill, inverted WW2s with a kettle bell. Boom clap with 40 squat thrusters.

    Since we’re suckers for pain, sprint back to clockwork hill for some lunge walks up. Muhammad Alis with the bell against the wall. Lunge down. 40 American Hammers. Walk back up the hill. Bernie down.

    Mosey to the loop for some kettle bell swings. Mosey up to the main roundabout for some more kettlebell swings. Like a bullet with butterfly wings.

    Mosey back to the flag for some parking lot bear crawls with the bell, then cradle crab walks. Then ran it back again. Back to the flag for some burpees.

    The most beautiful sunrise. COT.

  • Hill of the Skull

    11 shredders cranked up the amps to 11 for an axe-slinging homage to Joe Satriani and Steve Vai.

    Morbid Angel mosey to the roundabout for some warmarama, a Valley of Eternity with SSHs, DQs, Rosalita dips and a whole lot more.

    Mosey around the back to the clockwork hill where we burned some time with 11s, donkey kicks at the top of the steep hill and mirkins at the bottom. Then clockwork LBCs and clockwork APDs. Smoked and we still had a good 20 minutes left.

    Back around the front of the school and all the way down to the base of Mt Chaplin for a triple check – jerkins on the bar, WW2s, timer runs to the end of the lot. Cliffs of Dover wasn’t done so we did burpees almost to the end. Its a very long song.

    Then, the Hill of the Skull. Race to the tip top of the mountain.

    Once up top we crab walk down, bear crawl up. Craw bear down, crab walk up. Bernie down, Bernie up. Bear crawl down, craw bear up. That last one was tough.

    Then over across the top the hills for some WW2s to bring it home.

    COT and coffee.

  • Bang Bang Burpees

    YHC spent the weekend sick in bed but couldn’t not share the latest playlist with 12 of his favorite ramblers. In the famous words of Townes van Zandt, “it’s easier than just waitin’ around to die.”

    Slow mosey Sturgill Simpson style to the back lot and around. Tuesday’s Gone: 7 minutes of OYO warmups threw the PAX into chaos because as Rosie said “I came here to be told what to do.” Mumble chatter was in full effect.

    Count off the wrong triple check numbers, it was approximately a quadruple check but with 3 exercises. YHC didn’t sleep from coughing too much but that’s no excuse. Pole smokers, jump squats, run the loop while Johnny Cash sings ‘The man comes around.’

    Mosey to the bleachers were a couple more attempts at counting were made until we got it right. Step ups, timer runs the field, and shoulder taps.

    A beautiful interlude with Nancy Sinatra. Every ‘bang’ was a burpee. Bang bang, he shot me down, bang bang I hit the ground, bang bang my burpee shot me down.

    Mosey all the way around the field and back towards to the court – stop to pay the toll. Couldn’t seem to tell the difference between incline and decline mirkins. The toll accepts all tender.

    Suicide bears on the basketball court with some jump squats and flutters for the 6. Ab Mary until the last song.

    End with a special musical COT: Don’t nobody know my troubles but God.

  • Frozen Parfait

    YHC had to crowbar his iced car door open, feeling a little overdressed for a balmy 28 degrees. Snow was crunchy on the outside, and on the inside.

    3 reckless souls braved the roads (NTB on foot with his ruck) to ring some bells at Huguenot High.

    The parking lot was ice but the PAX was sure-footed and nimble.

    Warmarama. Mosey to the overhang for a nice dry spot for some WW2 bells, step up bells, chainsaw pulls and a bunch of other stuff.

    Mosey to the lower lot for a triple check. Squats, skull crushers and timer ran the lot while hearing the cracks of ice underfoot.

    Icebreaker all the way up Mt Chaplain.

    Kettlebell games with a shotput throw, swing toss, and discus throw. YHC lost each round but no one was injured so we all won.

    Snow burpees to finish it off.

    COT and coffee.

  • Le Fabuleux Destin de Snuff enfin

    Dix-sept hommes cultivés du monde entier se sont réunis pour explorer les aspects les plus raffinés de la culture française et pratiquer des activités physiques.

    La bande originale d’Amélie a enchanté leurs oreilles et a remonté le moral de ces personnes fatiguées et manquant de sommeil.

    À leur agréable surprise, l’échauffement comprenait les exercices habituels : sauts écartés, mouvements de bras à la Don Quichotte, rotations des bras, flexions des jambes et étirements. Le nec plus ultra de l’échauffement !

    Une course à pied lente et incroyablement agréable vers une nouvelle zone de la Forge pour une équipe de trois personnes qui fumaient des cigarettes, dansaient des danses folkloriques et couraient en rond.

    Si vous utilisez Google Traduction pour comprendre ce que j’ai écrit, je vous salue comme un frère. Merci de votre attention, vous êtes vraiment génial et je vous offre une bière.

    Nous avons couru jusqu’à l’amphithéâtre et avons fait une série de 11 exercices, avec des références à la Seconde Guerre mondiale et des mouvements bizarres, sautant sur des caisses comme des grenouilles ivres draguant des étudiants américains en échange universitaire dans un bar touristique quelque part dans le Quartier latin.

    Une affiche spéciale sur le thème du football américain accrochée au mur, avec des danses endiablées, des débauches sans limites, des coups de pied de mule et des rencontres sulfureuses : une parfaite illustration des soirées tardives de Snuff dans le quartier chaud près de Pigalle.

    Retour tranquille vers le drapeau pour quelques instants de détente et le fameux Cercle de Confiance. Café et discussion autour de la source Q – le thème de cette année est la rupture.

    Vois sur ces canaux
    Dormir ces vaisseaux
    Dont l’humeur est vagabonde;
    C’est pour assouvir
    Ton moindre désir
    Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.
    — Les soleils couchants
    Revêtent les champs,
    Les canaux, la ville entière,
    D’hyacinthe et d’or;
    Le monde s’endort
    Dans une chaude lumière.

    Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
    Luxe, calme et volupté.

    — Charles Baudelaire

  • 25 years of Kid A

    “I like music that sounds like shit.”

    Orange Crush could never forget the first time he heard Radiohead’s ‘OK Computer’ at a Boberry Q celebrating the 25th anniversary of that legendary album. It was a life changing moment for OC. An aural awakening. Something opened up for him: a new tempo to his life, a new soundtrack for his soul. Deep down in the recesses of OC’s subconscious, Thom Yorke was crooning.

    Had Orange Crush actually showed up this morning for his own Q, he would have found 18 men and a special edition of the Ghost Flag: Radiohead’s ‘Kid A’ 25th anniversary celebration led by Boberry and Snuff. Because one man’s shit is another man’s song.

    Warmarama:

    25 burpees, indigenous people run to the lot, 25 SSH, helicopters, hairy rockettes, American Hammers, shoulder taps, Mountain climbers.

    Mosey to the pavilion for the 80/20 rule: 20 mirkins in the middle then 80 each of at the corners of the field: 80 SSH, 80 LBC, 80 flutters, 80 squats.

    Triple check with dips and step ups.

    Mosey to the center of the soccer field where we all lay in a circle with our heads to the speaker, admiring the halo around the moon. 50 heels to heaven, then elbow planks and pickle pounders while Snuff talked about his Parisian days in haze of hash smoke. American Hammers with duck duck goose.

    Mosey to the lot for some curb hoppers. Back towards the flag with a stop to pay the toll: dirkins and dips.

    Circle up for 13 burpees: Belay’s age when Kid A came out. Lieutenant Dans until the end of the song, with Nancy Lopez unsure if it would ever end.

    COT and prayers.

  • 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.