Author: Upchuck

  • Tree Mile Run

    One galloped out of the gate early (pre-5) for the latest edition of The Clinic. Temperatures were 70 and sunny. According to Omar, the following “tree mile run” might have happened:

    Walk TYA-style to the Baptist Health Clinic, run the office park, cross Peters, run the other office park north to Broward Blvd., unlike the Wise Men, return by the same route. Just under 5.

    Number, name.

    NMS: As one does, YHC bumped into Omar in the parking lot. “How are you doing?” YHC asked.

    “Can’t complain. What good would it do?” he said.

    YHC responded with, “We don’t work together. We are not family. You can complain to me.”

    And, he did. Wow. It is fascinating and revealing to learn what another person is carrying. Multiple kids, a partner who works two jobs (5 a.m. to 8 p.m. every day), and basically being exhausted. YHC was reminded to be thankful.

    Brotherhood forming, even if Omar will likely never have time to join a workout. Omar ended with “Man, I just thank God for what I have. Thanks for listening.”

    Tuesday was a good day.

  • Wi Too Loe

    Seven trail breakers fought off the weekend Fartsack to dominate the latest edition of Sunday Funday. Temperatures remained 70 and sunny. According to the woman with the dog who waved to YHC TWICE (!), the following likely happened:

    Route: Generally, South Bank (Buttermilk) to T. Pottersfield Bridge to North Bank. Some did Riverside Drive. Some other routes on isles.

    Numbers, names, and TYA took us out.

    NMS: Unibomber is doing 10k training, and apparently 24 hour training. Yep – that’s run for 24 hours straight. Distance is you vs. you. Wow – stud. Put another way, that’s like starting to run at Wednesday Broga (4:30 a.m.), continuing through First Watch, then through WDog, then through The Crucible (that’s a 7:30 a.m. start), add in about 10 repetitions of Off the Books, hit Punisher (6:00 p.m.), and then run just about 9.5 more hours. And, have 15 more minutes at the end to decide what to do with his free time. April 23rd. Like a boss.

    Solid chatter at ETs, as always. The muffins may be small, and the service may be indifferent, but the fellowship never disappoints.

    UpChuck spits the bit.

  • One Minute and 30 Seconds

    A band of 6 pulled each other up and worked as a team in the latest edition of The Bridge. Conditions remained 70 and sunny. According to the puppy who loved TYA, the following might have happened:

    Warm up loop around campus. Bro-code.

    Circle up. TYA led us in the COP. First rule broken 90 seconds in. No matter. Onward.

    Cherry pickers, Don Quixotes (perhaps at your own pace), Imperial Walkers, LBCs, flutter kicks. Try not to sit in the poop.

    Partner up for a triple check. Timer runs to the gate, but don’t leave. Really. Other fellas do pole smokers and WWIIs. Your abs will hurt on this ride.

    Swirly takes the Q. Pop over and pick up a cinder block. Everyone get a partner.

    Partner 1: Run the length of the field.

    Partner 2: Block exercises. Overhead presses, squats, curls, bench press, block burpees. The latter are so much better at 35 degrees than 80 degrees.

    Mosey to the resting telephone pole. Curb crawls. Do 1 mercan on each side. Next round, 2 mercans on each side. 3, then 4, then 5, then 6, then 7.

    Ma-ma.

    Mosey to the center for some Mary. Right leg lifts, left leg lifts, Alabama prom dates, LBCs, flutters, Rosalitas, Hello Dollies, Freddie Mercuries.

    Stretching…Wilson’s, regular, Fudd-ski, right hand high, left hand high, right leg high, left leg high, right knee to right elbow, left knee to left elbow, Yankee Aggressor, Southern Gentlman, right arm through, left arm through, toss some 3 inches and hold it (2 or 3 times), and then finish with a 10-pack of mercans. Mom-ma.

    Numbers, names, and Saab-ski took us out.

    NMS: If you haven’t been to The Bridge, you are leaving a part of the F3 experience on the table. This is men helping men remember what is important about a brotherhood. Building bonds, having fun, running up the heart rate, and helping each other through life. A little slice of pure goodness and fellowship. And, a ton of laughs.

    All you care to drink coffeeteria on the house.

    Also, YHC laughed for 2 hours in the car. Awesome morning.

  • Eat Less Pizza, and Bring the Office Key

    Eat Less Pizza, and Bring the Office Key

    One veteran brought the office key for the latest edition of The Clinic. Temps were 70 and sunny. According to the lady locked out of her hotel room, the following might have happened:

    Stretch, 3/5ths of a mile run, stop, Fudd, 4.5 mile run. YHC continues to recommend bringing the office keys to The Clinic.

    Number, name, YHC took himself out with a little reminder for patience and kindness.

    NMS: True to form, police appeared at the La Quinta. The Clinic is never boring.

  • That Sounded Wet

    A pack of six formed up at 6 to constitute the latest edition of The Punisher. Temperatures were 70 and sunny. According to the construction workers on Laburnum, the following maybe, sort of, kinda happened.

    COP on the Grass at the Side of the School

    SSHs, Helicopters, DQs, Hillbillies, Alabama prom dates, LBCs, Mercans, etc.

    Make a Box with Four Corners

    10 Mercans, 20 WWIIs, 30 American Hammers, 40 SSHs

    Round 2…make the box 4 times as big, repeat the exercises.

    Triple Around the Bus Loop

    Run the loop, monkey humpers, and Carolina Dry Docks. Try not to get too close.

    stretch a little. mosey to the other side of the school

    Triple Check, again.

    Runner makes the shape of half a heart. Either way. Donkey kicks and people’s chair. Or is it peoples’ chair?

    Mosey to the last side of the school.

    Triple again…run to the road and do 10 monkey humpers. Wait for a response. Other guys do Dirty Hookups and squats.

    Slow mosey BTTVSF for some stretching / yoga.

    Numbers, names, and Chum took us out.

    PAX believes there were announcements, but none were announced.

    NMS: Forty Whacks returned his wife’s shorts. Hurrah.

  • Don’t Laugh

    9 studs galloped through the latest version of Sunday Funday. Conditions remained 70 and sunny. According to the 20-something lady with her dog who has seen us 100s of times and still does not say hello, the following might have happened:

    Bridge to Buttermilk to Belle Isle to North Bank. 7 miles. Saab did roads…10 miles? Kabob did something that apparently involved flying. Well done, gentlemen.

    Numbers, names, and Shakedown took us out.

    NMS:

    Sunday Funday continues to thrive…and grow. Lots of dudes prepping for up-coming races, especially the Bear Creek 10 miler.

    Nice to have Turbo out there today (as in a tax accountant).

    Somehow ETs survives as a business. But, it’s a great facility. Good times.

  • Your Left or My Left

    One dude put his heart into moving quickly into The Gloom. Temps were 70 and sunny. According to the Elvis impersonator on the elevator, the following may have happened:

    5 miles. Left, right, right, left, left again, left again, turn around (to the left), right, right, left, right, left, left, and right into the parking lot.

    NMS: new character at The Clinic. Bowling shirt (jet black and orange, looked expensive), jet black died hair, Elvis glasses, about 9 rings, felt slippers, baggy dress pants, and travels with rolling bag. Saw him 3 times in the hotel this week. Has to be an Elvis impersonator.

  • FNG at the Clinic

    FNG at the Clinic

    One intrepid soul launched at Cinco for Cinco in the latest edition of The Clinic. Conditions were 70 and sunny. According to the dude outside YHC’s office (pictured), the following miracle(s) happened:

    YHC ran 5 miles, maybe a bit more.

    Number, name, and YHC said a quick word of thanks.

    NMS: The Clinic has it all. Last week, it was a well-dressed man with a bottle in a bag (at 5). Previous characters have included an actual impaired person (Anne), a machine tool-curling Jamaican (Omar), large lizards, a person impersonating a police officer, a variety of spike-heel wearing women of the night (and the associated arresting officers), a variety of Miami Dolphins (unrelated to the aforementioned ladies and/or police), the police watching the Dolphins’ hotel, the Dolphins head coach, cocktail carrying roller-bladers, late night / early morning revelers, and a Pax member who uses the nom de guerre, “HoneyDo.”

    And, that’s just when The Clinic is in Plantation, FL.

    We may have a new winner. This is the view at The Clinic on Thursday morning (I.e., my office window).

    The Clinic takes all comers.

    UpChuck spits the bit.

  • Bottle in a Brown Bag at 5:30

    One PAX scraped out of The Fart Sack and launched in F3RVA’s earliest, least Richmond-based, Downrange run. Conditions remained 70 and sunny. According to the man walking – and appearing quite sober and well dressed – with a bottle in a brown bag, the following quite possibly happened:

    Broward route. Out 2.5. Back 2.5. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

    Number, name, YHC took himself out.

    NMS: really, at 5:20? Wow. Would love to know the circumstances. Dude was dressed nicely, in an apartment and condo saturated area with no retail…and carrying a brown bag with a bottle at 5:20. Must have been a really good night or an exceptionally terrible night. Let’s hope it ended safely.

    Annoucements: UpChuck is Qing Mary tomorrow on the CSAUP.

  • Headlamps, Flashlights, and Torches

    One PAX tossed aside the Charybdis that is the Fart Sack and launched another edition of The Clinic. Conditions remained 70 and sunny. According to the gentleman cleaning the beachside sidewalk, the following may possibly have happened:

    Solo-ga: it’s Wednesday, so we stretch. Neck, shoulders, torso, hips, thighs, shins, ankles.

    Next up, beach run. Sandy. But, not cold. And, not wet. And, not easy on the legs.

    Call it 3 miles. Maybe more. Dunno. And, pretty sure YHC just thankful for the opportunity.

    Name, number, and shared a brief appreciation for good health and a great day with the guy cleaning the walkway.

    NMS:

    First half of the run was solo. Second half was a lesson in progressive lighting options. Person 1: headlamp
    Person 2: flashlight (more powerful than headlamp)
    Person 3: full flash torch.