At my 10 yo son’s request, we played some Simon Says. After an introduction and disclaimer we launched into some SSHs, but only because Simon Said. Then arm circles and DQs, after Simon told us to. Fudd then arrived, so I took advantage of the situation. The pax was told to plank up. Not a soul moved, but when Fudd just barely headed towards a plank, I took the opportunity to call him out and a group punishment of 5 burpees was called b/c Simon didn’t say nothin. Now that Fudd was in on my shenanigans, no more missteps were made as we wrapped up w/ Mt. climbers, WWIIs and Merkins. Recover.
Next up, 11s w/ a twist: Mike Tysons and Jump Squats, with running across Gridiron’s gridiron b/w exercises. The twist: when doing 10 MT’s run 100 yards, 9 MTs run 90 yards, and so on. Recover. A 10 count was called to catch our breath. Enough of that. Let’s roll. Mosey to the center of the field.
Somewhere around this point in the work out, I considered how Lighthouse rarely misses a workout and he’s missed 3 this week. Unheard of. I questioned if he’s actually still alive. Apparently, he’s allowing work to interfere with F3.
For a little Leadership Development, we broke into 2 groups. Each group needed a team leader. Those who don’t Q much were encouraged to step up. Polly and Piglet stepped up. Each team needed to knock out 100 burpees, 200 LBCs, 300 SSHs, and touch 10 trees. Leaders were told to lead and all others were told to follow instructions. Leaders, nice work delegating, planning and communicating. Team members, nice work humbling yourselves and following instructions to accomplish a common goal. Despite the successes all around, someone had to lose. Team 2 won and did monkey humpers a little too close to Team 1 while they did a 5 penalty burpees for losing.
Next up for this group of middle-aged manimals, a procession of animal movements. Bear crawls, duck walks, crab walks, bunny hops and lunges (not sure what animal lunges).
Then we petted the friendly dogs of a random woman passing through. Enough messin around: Let’s move!
SPMS’s parking lot served as the spot for Eye of the Storm. 5 Burpees in the eye of the Storm and on the 4 edges of the Storm we did Mt climbers, plank jacks, AHs, and heels to heaven. Return to the Eye b/w exercises. GP modified with some stretches. After we ensured he was still alive, we headed over to the bleachers…
…for a Lindsay of bench kicks and dips. After a very secular convo about religion, we ran to the main parking lot in a vain attempt to warm our now frozen 6s.
With 12 men, a triple check was the obvious go to. P1 ran. P2 did Crab Cakes and P3 did WWIIs.
BTTF.
Thank you Fudd for leading the Pax in some Mary while I grabbed my phone.
Final 60 seconds: Merkin contest. Go to failure. Good effort given by most (ha!). Our young gun, Piglet, was going strong and seemed to be an obvious favorite, but he started to lose steam when out of the corner of my eye was a man of a respectable age that just wasn’t stopping. Pinto, very impressive display of strength and perseverance. Congratulations on your victory sir!
Numbers. Names.
Announcements: 2nd F on 2/9 at 12pm at Tres Machos (Pigskin can’t make it this month). Pinto will host a Xmas Party at his place on 12/20, I believe from 5pm-10pm. Fireman Ed will host a Remission Party on 12/27, come over around 4pm. Fudd has stepped up and snagged Breaking Bread on 12/27. Who’s gonna get 12/28? The Bridge is also on 12/27. See Kubota for deets.
No prayer requests. YHC took us out.
Moleskin: Today, try to think a little less about yourself and a little more about others.
Excellent Coffeeteria with this crew afterwards. I’m so freakin’ grateful to have you dudes in my life. Thx for letting me lead and I’ll see y’all in the gloom!
