YHC got caught up in all the “Let’s get up extra early and ruck some” hoopla last night and took the bait. Five pax showed up at 0430, YHC rolled in at 0436 and evidently Krispy Kreme got there at 0442. He got left behind. Green Acres was pawing at the ground like a stud horse in a barn full of fillies. Klinger took off on his own, because 3 miles is just not enough. After a pleasant tour of Hartsville that included a visit to Sonoco and back up 5th Street, YHC turned the corner on Railroad Avenue to a crowd of pax standing idly in the gloom. Up until that moment, YHC was nursing something of a bad attitude toward the impending workout, knowing it would be difficult without a ruck and would absolutely suck with a ruck. Something switched in YHC’s head, however, when he heard Cowboy laughing excitedly. Knowing Cowboy’s penchant for being late, like 39 minutes for a 45 minute workout late, YHC knew this was going to be a special day. Pax kept on pouring in from every direction. YHC got all titillated.
Slow merkins x 25
This is always a crowd pleaser. No way to fake on these puppies. The pax are getting wary to YHC’s changes in cadence, too. El Jefe asked in Spanish when we were going to be done with these sissy warm-up exercises and threatened to go home early if we didn’t start working soon.
Slow squat explosions x 25
Green Acres tried to steal my thunder and call these Squat Jumps. Nay, nay. We were exploding. Brothel claimed he could dunk a basketball, but YHC called foul on that comment after seeing no light between his size 23 shoes and the ever-so-short WarZone grass. YHC occassionally bumped his head on satellites passing overhead. Next time YHC will time his jumps better.
Plank 2 minutes
Nothing says “Good Morning” like a nice hot cup of planks.
4 corners. Lunge and bear crawl short sides. Run long sides.
Reps of 50, 40, 30, 20, 10
YHC was impressed with Back 40 busting out Merkins with perfect form. None of that quiver business. At WarZone we forge men out of steel, not marshmallows. Toward the end, Mams starting doing one handed, hand release, clap Merkins just because he could. Nobody likes a show-off Mams.
Klinger toted a 60# sandbag the whole time. Nobody offered to take it off his hands. Not sure what that means. People just don’t have manners anymore. Chucky Cheese was dropping it low like Beyonce.
Eisenhower was born for the dance floor. His Mountain Climbers looked like one of the outtakes on Flashdance. All that was missing were those leg warmers and some Tater tights. YHC avoided the kilt-wearing Krispy Kreme at this corner for obvious reasons. Belding cursed the weatherman for reporting good weather this morning. YHC, thinking of all the possibilities, called the TV station yesterday and bribed the weatherman to say the weather would be perfect for outdoor exercise.
OH press with cylinders
Thomas the Junkyard Dog Mutt Andrews kept making fun of people at the overhead press station. He juggled three cylinders and counted in cadence. Although YHC is glad to see his significant progress into manhood while attending WarZone, it is becoming evident that he will need a stern talking to about respecting elders. ATV whispered under his breath that Mutt was achin’ for a rakin’. On the last round, Brothel made a foolish decision to challenge YHC in a bear crawl race. YHC must admit that the man can move quickly for his size. Brothel failed to understand, however, that the race is won at the finish line, not at the start. YHC graciously sent a stretcher back for Brothel, along with a get well soon card.
Flutters x 25 IC
Box cutters x 25 IC
Box cutter positions for 10 count (Crowd pleaser)
Eisenhower made a special presentation to Mutt, handing off the rock. He gave a rousing speech that made Mutt cry. Cowboy gave him a handkerchief while Chucky Cheese patted Mutt on the back and told him to hug it out. Klinger got all sour-faced and asked why he couldn’t have a rock too and something about wanting a patch to go with it.
Seriously though, the line of succession for the WarZone rock has been very impressive. El Jefe gave the rock to Eisenhower and he passed it on to Mutt. All three of these men have demonstrated the work ethic, attitude and spirit of the WarZone. Several pax finished all 5 rounds today, then asked what else they could do. YHC is proud to be a part of this pax.
I have been thinking about the importance of being together. It is possible to do hard things on your own, but it is far more likely that you will fail. One draft horse can pull 8000 pounds. Two draft horses working together can pull 24000 pounds. There is synergy when working together. F3 is about a lot more than working out. If all we do is get fit, then we will just become good looking corpses. We must push each other to become better men, better husbands and fathers and better leaders.