Four of Richmond’s finest abandoned the Fart Sack to soak up a hawt potato with brotherly exercise. Temperatures remained 70 and sunny. According to the Amazon driver conducting a drop off at 6:03 a.m., the following might have happened.
Senor Frog Q:
Mosey to the dentist’s parking lot. Disclaimer. Senor Frog is not a personal trainer. (And, soaking is not sex. Really. You believe that, don’t you?) All of these things have been decreed from on high.
SSHs, dead man hang, pigeon (Right, then left), Wilson’s wife, inverted scorpion kicks, jazzercise (with enthusiasm).
Faceplant Q:
Traveling COP. Onto Groooove. Left on the next road (Woodlawn), left on Kingcrest…, nope, still too icy, so keep going, then left on…North Ashlawn…nope, still too icy, can we get to the church parking lot on South Ashlawn (?), yep, let’s do that.
At various types of vehicles, conduct 5 exercises, which were squats, SSHs, squats, and SSHs. Act childish along the
Continue moseying to the church parking lot for a triple check, so partner up with one guy. Ok, that’s not right. It’s a Dora, so…three rounds…merkins, dips, and half the group did SSHs while the other guys were apparently solving world hunger or developing a cure for the common cold, or debating whether young Morons really believe that “soaking” is not sex. (If anyone in the PAX believes that soaking is not sex, feel free to share that here. It’s a safe space. No judgment. You believe that, right?).
UpChuck Q (with only 25 minutes to prepare, YHC seems surprised to have the Q):
Reverse traveling COP…5 of things at various cars, adeptly picking the least iciest, most driest spots on the road to stop (Handshake was not there to make a crack about “driest”). For real. YHC kept the PAX dry. In fact, YHC showed genuine concern for the PAX. At the third stop, Hazel, Fiver, Bigwig, and BlackBerry all awoke from the half-slumber of WWII’s in the middle of South Ashlawn at 5:58 a.m., and yelled,”Hrududu, hrududu, hrududu!!!” In YHCs almost 10 years of F3, this was a first…an actual Amazon delivery being made amidst the PAX right at 06:00. Incredible. Pleasantries were exchanged with the driver.
The PAX moved aside, and then did our WWIIs to completion. (To be clear, this is not like soaking, which is not done to completion. It’s just done to, YHC supposes, nothing. If it were something, it would be…well, sex, which, to be clear, it’s not sex. So, just to nothing.) Ok, let’s move on. YHC said today was childish.
Circle up at the mini-circle, or the “thing that we run around” or whatever Saab called it.
10-20-30-40, each followed by a loop around the “thing that we run around right there.” WWIIs, merkins, something else, and reverse crunches.
Saab Q:
The Traveling COP continued to travel. 5 burpees at roughly each lamppost.
Circle up under the picnic area for 5 MOM, and then conclude with Ring of Fire doing 10 merkins of each man’s choosing.
Mosey back to the virtual shovel flag for numbers, names, and YHC took us out with a reminder that, since none of us expected such an incredible opportunity to have a group in their lives, let’s make the most of it for ourselves and for other men. Let’s do two things – participate in all three F’s, and give away the gift we have been given.
NMS: Good stuff today, fellas. Always good to see Faceplant and Froggy, and super cool to catch up with Saab, who YHC had not seen in some time. If you had 6:07 a.m. in the “When Will Esther Williams Name First Be Spoken Contest,” then you are a winner.
Announcements:
Frozen Triangle will live up to its name. 3 boot camps, run nine miles. (There’s also a rucking option, which is less frozen, but still a triangle).
Prayers for YHC’s friend Becca. Glioblastoma. 53. She’s a good human.
