Author: Snuff

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.

Holiday gone, time marches slowly on. 5 men, our bodies and our minds locked in a war of attrition with entropy itself. The expectations of a mechanized society, the weaponization of technology. In the gloom, we are winning, but it is trench warfare and we had the soundtrack to prove it.

Mosey to the flagpole for warmarama.

Mosey back and down the hill for some knoll work: 11s with mirkins, bear crawl the knoll, jumpsquats, lunge down.

100 WW2s.

Mosey to the roundabout for a cinco de checko. Timer runs the loop, flutter kicks, mountain climbers, squats, burpees. Rinse and repeat 5 times.

COT. Peace.

9 kind souls and one new playlist gathered around the warm fires of the Forge for an beatdown audible. Tin Man’s 50th VQ will have to take a rain check after too much egg nogg at Rosie’s Christmas Special.

Crank up the volume: Warmarama. Mosey to the amphitheater for a triple check: run the loop, WW2s, squats. Then, 11s with box jumps up the big steps, incline mirkins and dips.

Mosey over for some wall work Pigskin-style: people’s chair, balls to the wall, and donkey kicks, each 3 times.

Mosey to back to the flag for some ab Mary, some mirkin Mary, and some breathing exercises to the sound of violins.

COT. Prayers for those on IR including Tin Man.

Warm welcome to Salt Lick, except, where’s that warm Texas weather we were promised? Look forward to seeing his enthusiasm out there this season. And welcome back Dookie – new Green Day pop-punk playlist coming soon! Great to see you both.

Musical Mystery Tour in full effect.

Mosey to the roundabout for some warmarama including SSHs, DQs, helis, imperial walkers, copperhead squats, etc.

Mosey around the bend for some wall work: People’s chair hoedowns, donkey kicks and dirty hookups x3.

To the amphitheater for a triple check with WW2s and jump squats.

Mosey to Snuff Underground where the beats reverberate off the walls and through your bones: OYO 50 mirkins, 75 mountain climbers, 100 flutters.

Then, everyone’s favorite: burpees until the song ends. When will the song end? No one knows.

Mosey back towards the flag for some parking space bear crawl ascending mirkins all the way to 10. Run it back with lunges and ascending squats.

COT with gratitude for another day in this Creation.

Welcome to Smuggler and Drill Bit, glad to have you out. “Felt like wrestling practice.” Will take that as a compliment. No apologies for the names – anytime PAX wants to name an FNG the Q sheet is open and everyone is free to lead.

Strong work today, powered by the beats. Playlist on Slack.

4 film buffs gathered around the sounds of cinema for an action-packed workout. Siskel and Ebert: two thumbs up.

The opening track to Terminator 2: Mosey into the nuclear sunset for an OYO warmarama.

Last of the Mohicans on the wall for the patented Pigskin special.

A quattro checko with timer on tooth fairies, dips, squats and Freddie Mercuries to the sounds of the Hans Zimmer, the real Dark Knight.

Chased by Orcs up Mt Chaplain with 100% effort to the Two Towers theme. It was epic.

100 mirkins Mad Max-style.

Finished with 3 minutes of breath work to Revenge of the Sith.

And the Oscar goes to… any man who kindles a fire in the gloom.

9 conquistadors and one Tree of Life.

Steeled themselves, warmarama to the concrete sounds of the jungle.

Onward to the moist Goldilocks hillock, triple bear check.

Onward to the Crossing, 3 ways to live and one way to die.

As we lay on the tracks, watching the slow clouds, necks on the rail, one certainty.

The train comes, one day or another. Not today.

Hacking deeper into the woods on the trail of tents, we didn’t find The Fountain.

Only the inevitability of acceptance, open to all men, rain or shine.

10 men in the rain and the gloom with the tunes. Flagpole warmarama with the usual SSHs, DQs, Imperial Squat Walkers, etc.

Mosey to the wall for the Pigskin special: wall sits (Muhammad Alis, milkers, Hoedowns), balls to the wall (hip slaps, Australian mtn climbers, toe taps) and donkey kicks, repeato x3 and finish with a dirty hookup.

Down the stairs for a triple check: jump squats, dips and run the loop. Some minor grumbling about the rain so we moseyed to the club: Snuff Underground.

Triple check in the dry: WW2s, plank jacks with the timer on the small loop. Then 11s across the short space: ball dipper and hand-release mirkins. The music was pumping.

Mosey back to the flag to finish on time.

COT: Prayers for Scram’s mom as she enters hospice. She does so in high spirits with characteristic personality. She takes those last few steps down her path and we are the ones who are left behind. Take today to honor the mothers in your life: they brought us in to this world, and our children into this world, they are truly blessed.