Author: Snuff

  • Heartburn returns

    Seven samurai gathered to do battle. Joining the fold after a long hiatus – Heartburn’s triumphant return. Alongside FNG Mudslide, we entered the fray.

    Mosey to the back lot for warmups: SSHs, DQs, copperhead squats, slow mirkins, LBCs, rosalita dips, plus some other stuff.

    Mosey to the baseball fields where we immediately rolled around in the wet grass for a triple check: timer box jumps up and around the stairs, plus flutterkicks plus hand-release mirkins.

    Mosey to the way back lot for some parking lot bear crawl ascending mirkins, then run it back with duck walk and ascending squats.

    Mosey to the dog park where sadly, we found that someone has taken the coupons. Out of spite, sprint the length of the dog park followed by 10 burpees, then slow breathing exercises.

    Mosey to the pickleball courts, which were locked, so we went to the tennis courts to do a four corners: 5 burpees, 25 carolina dry docks, 50 2-ct mountain climbers, 100 LBCs.

    Then a triple check with timer running the length of the 3 courts, balls to the wall, and air press wall-sits.

    The PAX asked about Doozy’s whereabouts which reminded YHC that mankillers are a thing. So we did those, which coincidentally happen to be OC’s least favorite exercise. Note to self.

    Mosey to the long wood bar where we did indigenous dips all the way down and around the corner.

    Shoutout to Heartburn for bringing the good vibes after all that he’s been through – great to have you back. And to Mudslide, 51 – welcome and RESPECT.

  • A day late and Nickel short

    Wednesday morning’s workout is now just a faint memory: 3 strong-willed gentlemen broke the quiet stillness of Dogwood Dell with warmups in cadence: DQs, helicopters, dead man hangs, imperial squat walkers, mirkins etc etc.

    Mosey to the Nickel bridge for a mumble-chatter friendly expedition: 20 reps of varying exercises at each light pole including decline mirkins with feet on the rail, WW2s, squats, sprints, and a bunch of other stuff all the way across.

    Burpee bridge on the way back with 2 per lightpole. We stopped to admire the sunrise coming up over the James. Truly a beautiful city.

    Back on land at the big parking lot rocks: alternating box jumps, breath-slowing exercises, 30 hand-release mirkins, breath slowing exercises.

    On the way back to the flag, mosey up the big hill with sprints at every other lightpost.

    Back at the flag, hold 2-minute elbow plank until time.

    Thanks for coming out and thanks to Hitch for the Korean coffee – nothing like dessert for breakfast.

    Peace.

  • Don Quixo-toll

    10 Men of La Mancha gathered in the gloom to tilt at windmills and attempt a new record for Don Quixotes. They thought YHC was joking.

    Mosey to the back lot making sure to NOT pay the toll. Warmups: arm circles and dead man’s hang. Line up on the curb and proceed to Don Quixote broad jump across the entire lot. At the other side, 25 more Don Quixotes.

    Mosey to the field where 2 lines of 5 men each, in tight formation, bear crawl to the opposite end. From there, a walking lunging arc ending up right back at the beginning. A giant D in the dew. What could it possible stand for?

    Mosey further down the field and proceed to walk again in tight formation in a giant circle, arm raises the entire time. Then from the corner of the circle, some other exercise. An enormous D.Q. in the wet grass – as seen from outer space.

    Mosey to the pavilion to find a lone Sancho Panza, sitting on the bench, pondering the fields. What was he thinking, watching the PAX do their Dora, timers running the field and back for 50 Don Quixotes, 100 LBCs and 150 plankjacks?

    Mosey back to the lot for some 50%/75%/100% sprints interspersed with slow-toll mirkins, mirkins and more Don Quixotes.

    Mosey over for a short Post-toll with 25 flutterkicks, 25 jump squats, 25 heels to heaven and 50 ball dippers.

    Heading back to the flag going Low-toll under the bar. At the bridge we do NOT pay the toll. From the bridge, a low-toll duck walk back to the flag where we finished with 5 back-breaking… you guessed it… Don Quixotes.

    A chivalrous COT and great mumble chatter to start the day.

    Shoutout to the PAX for indulging the insanity of a wandering knight, lost in the wilds of his own head.

    Peace.

  • The Cone Zone

    The SOJ takeover continues with the PAX placing bets on who would be the Q on this jungle-humid June morning. Kubota took the prize – it was YHC.

    Warmups – 25 Don Quixotes to go for the record. 20 Imperial squat walkers. Mirkins, LBCs, Rosalitas and some other nonsense. That’s the thing about First Watch, it’s early enough to pretend like we don’t remember exactly what happened.

    Bear crawl centipede with a very long route snaking up and down the stairs, through the hall and up the ramp, them down the stairs again.

    Mosey around back for a triple check with the timer running to the far end of the lot, WW2s and squat thrusters using 2 traffic cones we found. YHC told the story about how after years of taking pictures of his kids with cones on their heads, people continue to send him cone pictures every week. True story.

    Next up, harking back to the bottle flip craze of the late 20-oughts, we each took a try launching a cone into the air. If it landed right-side up, monkey humpers. If not, burpees. Needless to say we did a lot of burpees. The PAX was grumbling about the number of burpees so YHC took an audible and did 10 more burpees OYO.

    Triple check from the side of the church with the timing running up the hill to the front, wall sit toe touch arm raises (commonly called LaLannes), and flutter kicks.

    Up the hill to the front for 45 mirkins OYO. Back across the street to the parking lot for a long bar crawl with dips. Jump through the V tree and back to the flag.

    Thanks for having me out – as Splinter says, there’s nothing better than that 5am sense humor. It just has a different feeling.

    COT.

    2nd F at Starbucks to start the day off right.

    Peace.

  • Grabbin’ Asphalt

    7 men at 7 o’ clock sharp.

    Walking warmups: Ukranian soldiers, walking Imperial Walkers, arm circles, Quixote broad jumps.

    Improvised 11s: bear crawl up the embankment for incline mirkins, craw bear back down for jump squats.

    Indigenous bar crawl with plank jacks the length of the bar.

    Mosey to the under-construction tennis courts where we picked up where Chesterfield County left off. Grab a big piece of asphalt for some curls, some kettle bell swings, and thrusters. 50 pole smokers OYO. 45 mirkins OYO. Then we moved as many huge pieces of asphalt as we could from one end of the court to the other at a high rate of speed. Once the new pickleball courts are done, we can safely say we helped build them with our bare (gloved) hands.

    Mosey over the baseball field stairs for a triple check: timer runs up, around and down the stairs while partners dip and flutter kick.

    Over to the batting cage: first one to 100 donkey kicks calls it out. Last Call with the 100 by a hair.

    75 WW2s OYO. Mosey the long way back to the flag with a sprint thrown in, and 3 minutes of burpees to round things off to an even hour.

    COT.

    Tis the season of drinking extra fluids. YHC was completely smoked after his own workout and has no one else to blame but himself. Thanks again for coming out and going along with my improvised madness. One of these days I’ll plan something out.

    Peace.

  • 10 slices of Coping Cake

    A couple of days ago my wife was taking pictures for a woman who developed a cake recipe inspired by the grief she felt when she lost her infant son. Cashew cardamom coping cake. Then yesterday I was getting one of my own 2.0s ready for school and we talked about some of the things that happened in Texas; it was heavy. I gave him a huge hug before he got on the bus and I went inside and had a giant piece of the coping cake. A few minutes later my wife got a call from a dear friend in Sweden in the late stages of brain cancer. She said how happy she was to live every moment of this life. Afterwards I went back to the kitchen and had to get a second helping of cake.

    We all process our different kinds of grief in different ways. But the most clear to me this morning was that in times of tragedy (especially in times of tragedy) the fellowship we felt out there in the rain and the gloom and in the COT… that is own special recipe. A way through and forward. That’s the kind of energy we respond with, for each other and for our communities. Bad things happen but we have the 3 Fs. For that, I’m grateful. /end speech

    It went like this:

    Mosey down and around to the lower entrance. Warmups were SSHs, DxQs, imperial squat walkers, mirkins, LBCs plus a few other things.

    Dora: timer runs up the stairs, 5 burpees, then back down the grass. 100 WW2s, 200 dips, 300 jump squats. Ended with some slow breathing exercises.

    Mosey up the stairs to the wall for the Pigskin special: 10 people’s chair arm raises, 10 BttW toe taps, 15 donkey kicks OYO. Then 10 people’s chair milkers, 10 BttW Australian mountain climbers, 15 donkey kicks OYO. Then 10 people’s chair Lalannes, 10 BttW hip slaps, 15 donkey kicks OYO.

    Mosey to the amphitheater for a quick little triple check: timer goes up the big steps and around, hold elbow planks, SSHs.

    Mosey back to the flag for the COT and announcements.

    Shout out to Janeway and Comrade for passing through from the wilds of North Georgia. Great to you have you guys out and best of luck to Comrade on his college tour.

    Peace.

  • The promised land

    Darkest just before dawn. My memory, that is. 5:30am and everyone is looking at YHC. “My q? Are you sure?” Spontaneity, be my muse. Lord show us the way.

    The slow mosey is the way. Warmups with 23 SSHs, 10 DQs, stretching and mirkins, 18 LBCs and arm circles. Expect the unexpected.

    On the 3rd lap of a very vanilla triple check around the loop, with jump squats and WW2s, YHC said “let’s do something we haven’t done before.” DTH rattled off some options including the baseball field – no ones been there in a year.

    A slow mosey around the corner and lo and behold, the abandoned baseball field was unexpectedly bathed in the glow of hot lights. A beacon in the dark. If you light it, they will come. At a slow mosey.

    Ballpark triple check with home dugout dips, donkey kicks, and an in-the-park home run.

    Feeling bold, we pressed on, pressed our luck, and did some things that may or may not have run the risk of pressed charges. What happened next is completely hypothetical.

    If, hypothetically, the gate to the football field was magically wide open. And if, hypothetically, some men who had never been on the field decided to feel the soft turf under their feet. Hypothetically, would they have run the track before walking on to the field? Would they have done bear crawls 10 yards, 5 burpees, more bear crawls, more burpees, crab walks, hand release mirkins, lunges, etc etc all the way to the 50 yard line? And if that were to have happened, would they, running short on time, perform a 100-yd kickoff return at full sprint before exiting the field to the great and silent fanfare of sunrise? If it sounds implausible, it’s because it is. At least, that’s what Doublemint would counsel us to say.

    A slow mosey back to the flag. Sometimes the best plan is no plan. And sometimes, just sometimes, touchdown.

    Prayers for the family of Dr Tryhard. Prayers for others. For the fitness, fellowship and faith bestowed on this group. And for Dealer’s daughter on the road to potty training. May she find relief, but not in a diaper. Peace.

  • Wind Tunnel

    10 intrepid adventurers set out across the frozen Tuckahoe tundra to attempt their best impression of Shackleton’s ill-fated voyage. Two simple goals: stay dry and don’t fall down.

    40 SSHs, 20 Don Quixotes, 20 Imperial Squat Walkers, 10 Helicopters, arm circles in both directions and some other warmup stuff lost to brain freeze.

    Careful mosey to the covered walkway where our ship was frozen in ice and locked for the duration. While dry, the walkway formed a natural wind tunnel but luckily these men are extremely aerodynamic and almost never complain. Some merkins followed by a centipede railing crawl counter-clockwise up down and around covered walkway.

    Dora to the mountains of madness: run the perimeter of the covered walkway while partner does 100 WW2s, 200 merkins, 300 flutter kicks.

    There was some concern that the centipede railing crawl wasn’t balanced so we ran it back clockwise.

    10 burpees OYO.

    A second dora with a perimeter run while partner does 100 Lalannes – a wall sit with toe touches (thank you Pigskin for the reference – I am now down the rabbit hole of old Jack LaLanne videos on YT), 200 jump squats and 300 wall-sit arm raises.

    10 more burpees OYO.

    Since we had 3 minutes someone suggested Mary so we did 3 minutes of Lieutenant Dans.

    Careful mosey back to the flag for the COT.

    A prayer of gratitude for being able to come out into the cold and put in the work. Peace.

  • Forge-y Ounces to Freedom

    Four at the Forge for a forty-five minute terra forma fornication.

    Warming up with 20 Don Quixotes, 20 Imperial Walkers, 20 Apple Bottom Poppers (ask Chap), Mirkins, LBCs and a few other things.

    Mosey to the amphitheater. Centipede curb crawl across the bottom step, then up 2 steps and back across and on and on until we curb crawled all the way to the top.

    Inverse bro code Dora: run the steps loop down and around with 100 WW2s, 200 Donkey Kicks, 300 Flutter Kicks.

    With such good mumble chatter we ran it back with another Dora: box jump up the steps, then back down while partner does 100 wall-sit Muhammad Alis, 200 Mountain climbers, 300 LBCs.

    Back to the flag for 20 burpees OYO. Done.

    Gratitude for the clear and crisp morning, and prayers for healing for all those out sick. A special prayer for confidence in the face of fear. Fear is again on the rise, but men of F3 are strong, confident and they lead by example both in their families and in their communities. Live that example every day.

  • Myrrhkins

    4 dutiful husbands sought a brief respite from the capitalistic shopping orgy to find quiet, peace and meaning in the cold, cold gloom.

    Mosey to the lower cul de sac for warmups – SSHs, Don Quixotes, helicopters, imperial squat walkers, etc.

    Lightpole 11s to the lower lot: mirkins and jump squats.

    Lower lot 4-corners: 10 burpees, 20 WW2s, 30 mirkins, 40 2-ct mountain climbers.

    Up against the wall for the Pigskin special: 3 rounds of alternating donkey kicks, people’s chair and balls to the wall.

    Mosey to the amphitheater for a Dora: box jumps up and run around, with 100 WW2s (?), 200 squats and 300 2-ct flutterkicks.

    Mosey back to the flag. Solid workout with no breaks, just movement.

    We ended with a prayer to experience the peace of the season. Buried under all the madness of shopping and running around and obligations and and and…. there is a deep and sacred celebration to hold in our hearts. In that quiet moment before sunrise, we remembered.