CONDITIONS: 48 degrees and misty
WARMUP: Sandbag Indian Run to playground
Pax were divided into 3 stations. For stations 1 & 2, pax picked a number and had to do that many reps every time they rotated to that station. For example, Groundblind picked 12 pull-ups and 40 merkins and that was the number he had to hit each time. Since we did about 8 rounds, he did 88 pull-ups and 320 merkins.
Station 1 (Pull-ups)
- Regular pull-ups for all rounds except one. Burpee pull-ups for that one round.
Station 2 (Merkins)
- Each round, a different variation of merkins were done (1 hand on block / one hand on ground, a block under each hand, derkins, wide arm, diamond, etc.)
Station 3 (Varied)
- Different exercises for different rounds. Exercises included: bench dips with feet on block and sandbag in lap, overhead block press, block curls, and jump lunges.
Partner Sandbag Big-Boys / Burpees: Partner 1 knocked out x25 big-boys with sandbag across chest. Partner 2 did burpees until partner 1 knocked out x25. As a team, complete x100 big-boys.
Partner Sandbag Carry back to AO: Run with sandbag passing it off to partner when tired.
F3 Oyster Roast this weekend
MudRun coming up (sign up)
2.0 Campout 4/28 (@Norris Farms)
It has probably been a couple of years since I have been to or Q’d Brick City. Planning a Q with no running was a bit foreign for me. Seemed sinful, but sometimes you just have to step out of your comfort zone.
T-Claps to the team of Stallion / Benchwarmer who somehow finished the x100 sandbag big-boy/burpee thing first. Coxswain said he had never in his entire life been so disgusted.
Fresh off a victory, the stacked team of Stallion/Benchwarmer held the lead on the partner sandbag carry 3/4 of the way through. Understanding exactly how Coxswain felt, I shifted gears to get a Stallion/Benchwarmer kill and then passed the sandbag back to Groundblind who runs about a 5 minute mile carrying a sandbag. Before I could even smile to enjoy what I knew would be an easy victory, Southern Bell shoots up to the front out of nowhere….must have been one of those “athletes” at The Citadel. It was at that point, Groundblind and The Bell raced side by side before Groundblind pulled ahead for a narrow victory. T-Claps to Southern Bell for picking right up where he left off at Prefontaine……yet another 2nd place victory. No shame there man, those guys are no more than 20 years older than you.
T-Claps to Beast Light who drove to pick up The Stallion just to make sure he came to the workout. Not sure who much bologna that cost you to bait him out the front door, but great job.
T-Claps Benchwarmer for making it out despite suffering from sunburned feet and Speedo rash following his spring break “singles” cruise.
One random backblast addition involves Clinic di#kh@ad Woodchip. As we are near finishing up over at the Playground, Woodchip drives by slowly in his typical sarcastic way. Benchwarmer mumbles, “a@@hole”. After the workout is over, I am at the playground with truck full of blocks and sandbags. Woodchip drives by again and even slower this time. Not believing he wasn’t stopping to help me, I threw my arms up and yelled, “What the hell?” In texting with Woodchip later on in the morning, I learn he slept in and was no where near Byerly Park. Oops!
When I was at The Citadel, the upperclassmen tried to break you your entire Knob year. One of the ways you get through it is by leaning on your brothers. Like with F3, you develop close bonds with guys when you go through tough things together.
One group we did not get all that close with were the athletes (minus golfers like Lukie). You see, knobs had to eat in the mess hall sitting on the front 3 inches of your chair, being screamed at when you could not recite some knob knowledge you were supposed to memorize, and barely getting a bite of food. While we were being traumatized and starved, the athletes were upstairs eating as much as they wanted in a relaxed atmosphere. When regular knobs went back to the barracks after class to be harassed by upperclassmen, athletes (except for Lukie) were hiding out in the athletic buildings taking naps. When we had SMI’s (Saturday Morning Inspections), athletes conveniently had “weight lifting sessions”. As you can imagine, there was often some resentment there and the bond between classmates was nonexistent.
As we began our Sophomore year, there was a fellow football playing classmate who out of the blue became militaristic and somehow got rank. He was into it and began “leading” (bossing everyone around). Now, we liked the guy, but we had no respect for him. He had done nothing our entire knob year. He was the guy on a GoRuck who won’t put down the flag while his teammates are struggling to carry the heavy weight.
F3 is in a sense like The Citadel. Respect is earned. Someone who is not respected will not be followed. You cannot try leading on GroupMe and not come to the workouts.
All of us have probably made someone better physically. Maybe you are the fit guy others look up to and work hard trying to be like (Not you Stallion.). Maybe you come out and work hard pushing the guys beside you. Now, it pains me to say this, but I don’t think God cares how fast I run or how many merkins I can do. What he does care about is how we influence people through our faith. You can get up in front of the guys and lead a devo, but in order to be respected and for your message to sink in, you have to practice what you preach. The guys know who lives it and who hypocrites it. If you don’t think you have influenced some guys through your faith, you need to ask yourself why and then figure out how to change that.
respectfully submitted by Bowtie