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 good chase. Hermey and Crabgrass couldn’t find the flag and eventually were tagged out. Dumar and McGruff were locked in to a draw. Lesson learned, don’t hide the flags and condense the field of play
Intermission – BLIMPS on the hill
Round 2
Team Blue in the bus loop, Team Black at the Tomahawk Creek sign. Both teams felt the best strategy was to loop around from the street. Aisle 5 and McGruff struck early, grabbing BLUE flag but Dumar turned on the speed and recaptured the flag. Hermey knows that you attract bees with honey, and he gave Rudy some honey to look at. Enamored by Hermey’s fluid movements, YHC maneuvered along the tree line and made a move in the flag. A quick snatch drew Rudy’s attention and the race was on. Rudy forgot YHC got some new shoes and never stood a chance – smoked him! (YHC reserves the right to embellish)
BTTF for a ring of fire Squat style.
announcements and prayers and we were out. Prayers for Dumar’s dad and celebrate Rudy’s recent victory with his job search.
Was fun out there today. There may have been some uncertainty of what Crabby and Rudy had in store, but we all walked away with a big smile on our face today.
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.
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.” Cones were set up to mimic a baseball diamond. The PAX started at home plate, spaced out to give each other room and began…
ANNOUNCEMENTS
PRAYERS/WINS
Love y’all and am always so proud to lead!
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 to bball court for a Dora – 100 squats, 100 jump squats, 100 SSH, 100 merkins. Runner to the gate and back.
found a wall and did some We Are Not Worthy while holding position in between. 30 total.
last, but not least, a final 100M sprint to Tzatzikis car before COT. Hermey saved his best for last and blew away the competition!
circle up, announcements and prayers. Thanks for helping me break in my new shoes fellas!
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 we.
Over the next mile-plus of running, we made sure to make every stop count:
🔥 Sprints between cul-de-sacs to keep the blood flowing.
🔥 Calisthenics at every stop, hammering chest, abs, and shoulders.
🔥 Burpees sprinkled in for good measure—because why not suffer more?
🔥 Hops, mountain climbers, and ball dippers—not just for fitness, but as survival tactics to keep from freezing solid.
The lack of schnivel gear made things… interesting. Every gust of wind was a reminder that poor decisions were made, but no one backed down. The cold was real, the discomfort was undeniable (at least for me), but the PAX pulled through.
Mumblechatter Highlights:
“I’m pretty sure my shoulders are warm but my soul is frozen.”
Crab Grass, you better be at every workout from now on—we suffered for you.
Wildcat offered his arctic plunge and sauna for the next one.
Mudslide was awkwardly quiet, if you know what I mean.
Hermie was still too scared to come out.
Final Thoughts:
We came, we froze, we conquered. No schnivel, no mercy. Seven entered, seven left—slightly frostbitten but stronger for it. Until next time, when we once again make choices that normal people would question.
Continued prayers for the Britt family out west, the struggle is really, let’s continue to look out for each other.
SYITG – No Excuses, Just Results. 💪❄️
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 ice beneath the thin layer of snow made the ground an unpredictable adversary. It wasn’t a question of if someone would go down, but who and how spectacularly.
The 2.5-mile loop around Timberwolf was slow-going, not because of exhaustion, but because our primary focus was survival. It quickly became a test of core strength, agility, and humility, as each PAX had at least one close call that made them reconsider their life choices. At one point, a particularly treacherous crossing turned our steady pace into something resembling a toddler learning to walk. Arms flailed, feet skidded, but somehow, against all odds, no one went down. That didn’t mean there weren’t casualties—dignity took some hits, confidence was shaken, and more than one man gave the ground a death stare.
Mumblechatter was strong despite the cold. Does Shake Shack make better burgers than Five Guys, who has the best fries? Talking about the fellas who made a better decision to hit the fartsack rather than freeze, Fandango and Hermie, yeah, you. It was Tsaziki’s first ruck and even the most seasoned ruckers found themselves second-guessing every step.
As we made our final approach back to the starting point, the relief was evident. Five PAX entered, five PAX left upright—but only just barely. Timberwolf had thrown everything at us: snow, ice, sub-freezing temperatures, and the ever-present temptation to give up and go back to bed. Yet, we conquered.
COT prayers out to Crabgrass’ fam out west, dealing with grief over the loss of a young man who last his battle with the demons in his mind. Reminder that we have to look out for each other, and take care of our minds and mental wellness. Prayers to Rudy’s dad as well, recovering from a short hospital stay.
Until next time, when we decide—against all better judgment—to do it again. SYITG.
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, high blocks (for ponch, he’s vertically challenged) and a series of punching from the horsestance.
we used the awning as homebase for a triple check w merkins/lunges. Some of us then started the DORA YHC called, some of us tried to figure out what a dora was. Eventually everyone got in 200 dry docks, 300 squats, and 400 ssh’s. We banked what was left of the dora-challenged crews ssh’s and back to the flag
YHC and Orby decided that when warby is present, orby shall be referred to as Roy. Just like Bob at Top Gun. I have spoken.
COT
number/name-arama, annouce/prayer requests, YHC took us out.
Pleasure and a privilege to lead you fine gentelmen
Three grown-boys were able to get a workout in before the Midlothian monsoon this morning at Timberwolf. Here’s what went down…
Moseyed over to the parking lot with a couple 25lb dumbbells in hand. Stretched out.
COP #1 – Triple Check
COP #2 – 11’s – Running width-wise in the bus lot
COP #3 – Slowzy around the bus loop/back to the starting point with dumbbells in hand.
ANNOUNCEMENTS
PRAYERS/WINS
8 seasoned veterans and 1 FNG joined YHC for a Timberwolf beatdown. It certainly felt a bit colder than the 70F, but we mustered up the courage and intestinal fortitude to get some reps in. Workout was as follows:
Warm-a-rama:
Thang:
Run a lap. At each quarter lap complete 20 – 25 of called exercise. When the first person completes the reps, the group runs to the next station. Hold plank for the six. Start the next exercise together. Repeat until lap is completed. Exercises included: Air Squats, Merkins, Raise the Roof’s, Partner Leg Toss, Lunges, WWII’s.
Mozey back to the flag for some wall sits and merkins until time was called. Great workout!
The FNG kept our minds active this morning as he dropped story after story that offered up naming potential a plenty. YHC is pretty sure that Hardywood would have had a seizure at the pure joy of the potential here. Here are some highlights:
YHC leaned into the Water Boy theme and named him after the Roy Orbison tattoo on the coach’s bum. Welcome Orby.
Announcements: Frozen Triangle
YHC took us out.
The single digit temperatures measured by Tzatziki’s car were just a facade to the Sunny and 70 morning at Timberwolf. YHC ran 2 red lights to arrive with 30 seconds to spare. 3 other redwoods were assembled for a Timberwolf beatdown that went something like this:
THANG
Mosey to bus parking lot for COP: SSHs, DQs, Imperial Squat Walkers, Bob & Weaves, Ukranian Soldiers, LBCs, Alabama Prom Dates, Tempo Merkins
Mosey to picnic tables for No Partner Triple Check: Step-Ups, Dips, Run a Lap.
Remain at far end of lap for Bearimeter: Bear Crawl or Run to bear crawl around parking lot islands as a group of 2
Mosey to hill for Modified Jacob’s Ladder: 2 burpees at top, 2 burpees at bottom. Repeat until told to stop.
Mosey to back of school for Lightpost Alley: Run to next light post, execute called exercise, back to start for 10 WW2s, increase reps by 5 at each light post: 5 burpees, 10 something, 15 something else, 20 dry docks maybe, 25 monkey humpers probably, 30 something, and 35 something else
Mosey to wall for 90 seconds of Wall Walkers
Mosey back to virtual shovel flag.
Quick COT and Hermie took us out.
Naked Moleskin:
Thanks for allowing me to lead and arrive as hot as it gets. That was as cold a workout as I can remember. Way to get out there, boys.
Dumar recounted some fun tales of going to a Green Bay Packers game in Wisconsin as a younger man. Good times.
Go Commanders!