6 HIMs came out to Timberwolf this morning, 3 chose rucking and 3 chose the bootcamp. It was foggy, humid, and a lot of running, but we got it done. The Q was not claimed, so we did a little hot potato full of triple checks! Round 1 Triple check by Tzatziki: Merkins, squats, and the runner to the curb Triple check by Woodsman : Dips, toe taps, and the runner to the light pole Triple check by Mudslide: Lieutenant Dans, inchworms (with a merkin), and the runner to light pole Round 2 Triple check by Tzatziki: Flutter kicks, LBCs,…
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6 gloom warriors rolled into a dark, foggy & misty morning at Timberwolf. As Led Zeppelin says, “So I’m packing my bags for a misty mountain, where the spirits go now, over the hill where the spirits fly!” It’s 5:30, time for FlyBoy to make his decision; boot camp or ruck? YHC got excited when he saw the weighted vest emerge from the trunk of his car. Crabgrass joined for moral support. And we were off, 3 ruckers (Crabby, FlyBoy, TSG) and 3 boot campers! I don’t think anyone signed up for bootcamp Q, so I think they rotated, TSG…
Here we go, back in the saddle. YHC was happy to find an open spot on the Q sheet. After months of travel and some down range posts, there is no place like home. Great to have FNG from Monday, Festivus, back out today. Woodsman was ready and waiting as the clock struck 530, Hermie and Dumar came in on 2 wheels at the bell. According to the trash man, here is what transpired. warmarama: 20 SSH waiting for Hermie, mosey to back of school for rest. 10 each: DQ’s, helicopters, squats, Ukrainian soldiers, merkins, LBC’s, Rosalita’s proper Lightpole alley:…
COP picked up the q late last night, 6 dudes showed strong, warmarama, ssh, merkins, etc THANG PLT’s for 10×4, dora 100 merk, 200 squat, 300 ssh, triple check with ww2/plank, truncated LPA with burpee/merk/and some other stuff COT Name/numberama, announce, Warby brought us out with a good word. Flyboy – keep killin it
6 HIMs came out for a new rendition of grown men doing grown boy things – Capture the Flag Rudy led the pax to the front parking lot for a warmarama. Then split the group into teams of 3. Round 1 Team Blue headed to basketball courts, Team Black to the front of the school. YHC headed around to the bus loop and surprised the piss outta Rudy, spooking him into the 1-2 combo of a Dumar Hermey defensive trap. With the advantage we pressed to the flag. McGruff is really good at hiding in bushes and gave YHC a…
7 grown-boys ran around the parking lot at Timberwolf this morning. Here’s what went down. WARMARAMA – Moseyed around the perimeter of the parking lot and pulled up to stretch. YHC slowed things down to buy some time for Ponch. Gave the mission and stretched out. COP #1 – 11’s. Started at the bottom of the bus loop and ended at the top. Exercise #1 – Merkins Exercise #2 – Carolina Dry Docks COP #2 – The F3 Exicon has this labeled as “The Jeffrey Leonard” but YHC made some tweaks so it shall now be known as “The Cycle.”…
YHC got some new shoes so what better way to break them in than hitting the track at Timberwolf!? 7 HIMs joined me and had a blast! Mosey down to the track for a rock solid warmup. Hit the usual hits and made sure we stretched the legs. The THING Short Run – Long Run – Short Run – Exercise Start off with a 100M sprint, followed by 300M jog, followed by 100M sprint, then circle up for group exercise. We did 4 rounds with the exercises being 500 squats, 400 jump squats, 700 side straddle hops, 300 merkins. Up…
Seven foolishly brave souls stepped into the gloom, fully prepared for battle against the cold, snow, and ice. Then Crab Grass showed up in nothing but a single layer and shorts. In a moment of sheer peer pressure—or questionable judgment—we all stripped down to match. Because if one suffers, we all suffer, except most of us had to keep our pants on. With the cold biting at exposed skin, we started with some light stretching (which felt useless in this weather), then took off toward New Market Village, determined to hit every cul-de-sac it had to offer. And boy, did…
The gloom hit different this morning. 22 degrees, snow-covered ice beneath our feet, and five mildly intelligent men who thought rucking through it was a good idea. We met at the AO known as Timberwolf, an area that—like its namesake—has no mercy. Rucks were strapped, headlamps flicked on (at least mine did), and with a deep breath (or maybe a regretful sigh), we stepped into the frozen unknown. From the very first step, it was clear that this wasn’t just a ruck; it was a battle against physics. Every footfall required precision, every shift in weight a calculated risk. The…
6 hardened dudes posted for beatdown in the cold and wet. Respect. After accusing Orby of being someone he’s not and somewhere he wasn’t, we were off. On the run Rudy discovered that Orby, not to be confused with Warby, was named after a Roy Orbison tatoo on coach cline’s hind parts we made it to the COP warmarama under the front of TW’s entrance where it was mostly protected from the cold mist in the usual fashion with ssh’s, helo’s, stretching and the like THANG a little dojo dan with emphasis on form for the side/front/round kick, low blocks,…