Tag: Bermuda Triangle

Goyne Park

  • Tantric Triangle

    Started the morning with a quick 2-mile warm-up run, fully expecting to find Broadway or Shooter McGavin waiting in the parking lot. As I made my way back, I noticed neither of their vehicles anywhere in sight.What I did find was a motionless body sprawled out in the middle of the parking lot.

    For a brief moment, I considered calling 911.Fortunately, it was just Pool Boy, making an unexpected cameo appearance at the Bermuda Triangle.

    After confirming he was, in fact, still among the living, we got things started with a few pull-ups and dips before moving to the yoga mats for a core beatdown featuring Dead Bugs, WWIIs, American Hammers, Flutter Kicks, Hello Dollies, Leg Circles, and several other exercises designed to remind us that our abs still exist.

    Next, we moseyed over to the parking lot for a round of Elevens, with Merkins on one end and Double Clutch Squats on the other.We finished with lunges, bent-knee calf raises, and 25-second planks.

    The planks also gave Pool Boy enough time to explain that his poolside yoga sessions at the Anirav Swim Club have evolved beyond simple stretching. Apparently, he’s now pursuing the elusive state of full tantra.From the way he described it, this isn’t something that can be rushed.It’s a journey.A spiritual quest.A higher plane of existence.

    I think Anirav still has memberships available.

    Unfortunately, after 25 seconds, the planks ended, and enlightenment would have to wait for another day.2 PAX. No FNGs.

  • Bermuda Triangle: Where Miles Go Missing

    Big Rig and Broadway started things off with 2 miles in the minimalist shoes. After about 10 minutes of post-run fellowship, Broadway knocked out his 2 miles and peeled off early, wisely calling it a day.

    Shooter McGavin then joined Big Rig for the second half.

    Warm-up / Movement:

    – 1.8 miles easy running

    – 100 ft walking lunges

    – 10 yd marching Ukrainian Soldiers

    – 50 yd karaoke + 50 yd back

    – 25 yd broad jumps

    – Walk 25 yd

    – Easy run to the playground

    Strength:

    – 5–6 sets elevated full-body dips

    – 5–6 sets of 3 pull-ups

    – Squats

    – Bent-knee calf raises

    – RDLs

    – Nancy Kerrigans

    Wrapped up with a total of just under 4.5 miles and a solid 12–15 minutes of strength work.

    Mumblechatter:

    Broadway got his 2 miles in and wisely called it there, preserving the rest of his day.

    Shooter McGavin stepped in for the second half, proving once again that at the Bermuda Triangle, you don’t necessarily need a plan—you just need someone willing to keep moving.Good work, fellas.

    Good work, fellas.

  • Tourists Welcome… Regret Included

    Four PAX assembled at Goyne Park for another installment of The Bermuda Triangle. The lineup consisted of one Bermuda regular, one former regular making a triumphant return, and two Summer Tour tourists, who apparently looked at today’s tour stop and thought, “How bad could it be?”

    We kicked things off with a mosey to the school entrance for the usual Warmarama, complete with a few Hoe Downs to shake the rust loose.

    From there, we took the unnecessarily long route around the school to the playground. Why take the short way when extra mileage is free? YHC realized pull-ups and dips have quietly disappeared from Bermuda workouts lately. That’s the kind of mission drift we simply can’t allow.

    At the playground:

    – Pull-up pyramid: 1-2-3-4-5-4-3-2-1. While your partner was hanging from the bar questioning life choices, you were knocking out squats.

    – Dip pyramid: 8-9-10-11-12-11-10-9-8. Waiting your turn meant Imperial Walkers, because standing around is highly discouraged.

    Next stop: the bus loop for a pair of Four Corners.- Round 1: 10 double-count Mountain Climbers at every corner.- Round 2: 10 Plank Jacks and 10 Jump Squats at every corner, just in case anyone’s legs were feeling optimistic.

    On the way back we made our annual (okay, weekly) pilgrimage through Chaplain’s Pole Alley, completing 40+ Polesmokers—one for every AO on this year’s Summer Tour. Consider it our official passport stamp.

    Back at the yoga mat, YHC decided everyone’s core hadn’t suffered nearly enough:- Tater’s Irish Clovers- Flutter Kicks- Hip Circles- Arnold Fondas (each leg)- V-Ups- American Hammers- Oblique LBCs- DTH’s Protractor

    The Protractor nearly sparked a revolt. Oddly enough, nobody objected to the extra core work. The real issue was the unexpected requirement to perform geometry before 6:30 a.m.

    A final mosey brought us back to the flag with no one left behind, although a few abdominal muscles may have filed missing person reports.

    Announcements:- Summer Tour is in full swing. Keep posting and collecting those AOs.- Homegrown Half Marathon / 10K Ruck is August 1.

    Thanks to Posh for returning home for a visit, and to Boberry and EF Hutton for dropping in. Bermuda may not have the biggest attendance, but we continue to provide premium suffering in a small-group setting.

  • Lost but Spiritually Found

    YHC knocked out a 2.5 mile pre-run, flirting with the idea of making it all the way to Chester before wisely deciding, “yeah…let’s not get carried away.”

    Met up with Broadway at the flag, and we set off through the neighborhood with a loose plan and strong confidence…which quickly turned into “I think it’s this way?” energy. After a few expert-level navigational guesses, we accidentally upgraded ourselves to a full 3-mile run. No one complained (out loud).

    Back at the AO, Broadway grabbed the wheel and delivered a no-frills beatdown: WW2s, merkins, dips, and step-ups. Nothing fancy, just the kind of work that makes you question your life choices mid-rep.Between gasps for air, we were treated to Broadway’s next-level spiritual wisdom—equal parts conviction and confusion as YHC tried to process deep thoughts while his arms were shaking during dips.

    Got lost, got better, got a little wiser.Not a bad way to start the day.

  • 42 Years Old, 42 Merkins, 0 Good Decisions

    4 PAX showed up to celebrate the Q’s 42nd trip around the sun: Broadway, Doolittle, Big Rig, and Choo Choo (who apparently relocated from New Kent just for the suffering).


    Warmarama:
    42 Side Straddle Hops (because birthday math),
    6 Don Quixotes,
    9 Ukrainian Soldiers,
    42 Oblique LBCs (21 each side… still counts at 42, trust me).


    The Thang (Birthday Edition):
    2 rounds of:
    6 Burpees (one for each poor life choice)
    9 Lieutenant Dans (lunge, lunge, midlife reflection)
    42 Merkins (because subtlety is overrated)
    1984 meter run (~1.25 miles, calculated using elite 42-year-old brainpower)


    Round 1: “Happy Birthday, this is fun.”
    Round 2: “Why is he like this at 42?”


    Mary (aka: Lower Back Appreciation Hour):

    69 Baby!
    Row Your Boat
    69 Arm Circles in boat hold (shoulders filed for retirement)
    69 American Hammers w/ escalating WWII situps (history hurts)
    69 Dead Bugs w/ escalating V-Ups (coordination officially 41 years old and declining)


    Mumblechatter:
    Footwear, foot doctors, and heartburn… because nothing says “birthday Q” like comparing orthotics and antacids. We didn’t talk about getting older—we demonstrated it.


    COT Nugget (Broadway bringing wisdom):
    Pray for healing—even when it seems impossible. God still works miracles, and those moments build real faith.


    Final Thought:
    At 42 years old, Q proved you can still lead from the front… even if everything creaks when you stand up afterward.


    Strong work by all. Huge thanks to the PAX for coming to my Bday Q!🎂💪

  • Exclusive, Invite-only F3 Workout

    Rolled in for a casual 5 miles and, in a shocking turn of events, the knee decided to behave like a halfway decent teammate. Didn’t hear a peep out of it until the final mile, where it politely tapped me on the shoulder like, “Hey man… remember me?” Mild struggle, nothing dramatic—more of a gentle reminder that I’m not 22 anymore.


    Arrived at boot camp expecting the usual crew… and was greeted by absolutely no one. Not even a stray squirrel to judge my form. So, in true high-performance fashion, I led a very exclusive, invite-only workout for myself.
    We got after it:
    Banded walks (because nothing screams elite athlete like shuffling sideways with rubber bands)
    Lunge walks (graceful as a newborn deer)
    Resistance band curls (beach muscles don’t build themselves)
    Farmer’s carries (imaginary groceries were HEAVY today)
    Leg circles and dead bugs (looked exactly as cool as it sounds)
    Intensity was low to moderate—right in that sweet spot where you’re working, but could still defend your life choices if questioned.
    All in all: miles got logged, knee didn’t revolt, and attendance remained perfect at 100% (1/1).

    PAX: Me, Myself, & I
    FNGs: 0 (shocking)

  • No One Was Late, Everyone Regretted Showing Up

    Broadway and Big Rig were wrapping up a prerun when Shooter McGavin rolled into The Bermuda Triangle, immediately apologizing for being late… which was impressive considering he wasn’t actually late. Strong start.

    Rather than waste perfectly good cardio, we declared the prerun “official business” and kept it rolling—because nothing says leadership like moving the goalposts mid-stride. About a mile in, we looped back to the flag to grab a kettlebell and resistance bands, then headed to the picnic pavilion for a Triple Check.

    The Thang:

    Timer: Banded walks halfway to the parking lot and back (looked easy, was not)PAX: Overhead presses, skull crushers, and step-downs on repeat until the runner returned… eventuallyArms were cooked, legs were questioning life choices, and banded walks exposed who’s been skipping leg day (no names… but we all saw it).

    We wrapped things up with 10 minutes of core work, because apparently we still had something left to suffer through.No one got lost in the Bermuda Triangle, no mysterious disappearances—just a solid beatdown and a few egos left behind at the pavilion.

  • 24s for 2 year anniversary

    2 years ago today-ish BigRig dragged me to the Bermuda triangle. Today I Q’D in honor of all the days out there and all the HIMS that have pushed me in many ways over the last two years. Thank you.

    24 was the count for the day. We mosied to the football field where we bear crawled 24 yards, 24 jump squats, bear crawl 24 more to 24 lbc’s, bc 24 more for 24 pickle ponders. Mosied around the compound for pole dancers, how downs and a triple set with burpees. Then BigRig complained I can’t count to 3 so we did more burpees at the cow pasture fence. Turkish getups over the fence to a burpee, 24 of those. BigRig being a beast as usual had time for some pole smokers at the end. Mosied back for a ab ring of fire.

  • Bermuda Triangle: The Newest Running AO

    A triumphant trio made it out to Goyne Park for the latest edition of The Bermuda Triangle. Broadway and Shooter were anxiously waiting for the Q when YHC pulled in at 529am.

    “Let’s Mosey!”

    To the streets we went, for an easy 2 mile run.

    Then back for a Four Corners with 25 Jump Squats at each corner. And finish up with about 10 minutes of Mary.

    Good work men!

  • Something A Little Different

    It was a dynamic duo at The Bermuda Triangle. We started out with a bit more than a mosey around the neighborhood. A 2 mile run. After returning, we grabbed our restrictor plates and walking lunged our way to the playground for some pull up negatives and squats. Return the restrictor plates and finish up with about 10 minutes of Mary.