December 2, 2019

Running, Ropes, and Running

THE SCENE:  I followed Squeegee in only to see him drive past the parking lot.  I bet he thought there would be a lot of PT.  He reluctantly turned back around and pulled up once he realized I was behind him and had recognized his truck.  Too late to go on a solo run in solitude.  The Willie Lohman…

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November 13, 2019

“10 PAX enter. 1 PAX leave.” Thunderdome at the Levee

THE SCENE: Temps in the teens, felt like the ‘tweens’.  The respite from the stiff wind of yesterday was welcome.  I could hear the deer moving around at 0515 but quickly retired to the warmth of my vehicle for another welcome 10 minutes. F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER:  I’m not responsible for lost digits, lost appendages, frostbite, nor pneumonia. You…

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November 4, 2019

The Great Pumpkin Patch

THE SCENE: I knew it was going to be a glorious morning when I inadvertently put hair gel on my toothbrush at 0500.        PAX reluctant to get out of their vehicles.  It was like they had denied the fartsack at the last possible second. F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER:  Done once, the late arrivals can sue me…

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October 31, 2019

Pearls around the ‘lake’

THE SCENE: If it was February then 41 degrees would have felt great.  Since it was October, it did not.  Impressed by the two dog walkers in the rain and wind when I pulled in at 0515.  However, Soulja Boy and I had sole use of Aycock Park when the bell tolled 0530. F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER:  Done as…

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October 22, 2019

F3 ‘Amerikin’ Roulette

THE SCENE: 49 degrees cold damp muddy grassy did not sour the mood of the jovial lost boys.  The pre-ruckers gladdened my heart and provided some respite from the dismal I-40 commute.  Despite having a perfect view of the hunter in the night sky no tail fragments of Halley’s comment were seen. F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER: disclaimed dishonestly as…

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September 25, 2019

Mothership Dodgeball

THE SCENE:   Breezy, but I warmed up with a rousing crew of rucking misfits of whom Zima was not the least. F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER:  This is F3. Are you a man? Did you pay for this? I am a professional Archaeologist. Do you know your own body?  Let’s go. WARM-O-RAMA:   Deep stretches, all over, in cadence. Don’t judge…

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September 16, 2019

1 rep, 2 reps, 3 reps, 2 reps, 1 rep

THE SCENE: Humid enough to get me sweating biking to the AO. Quiet otherwise at the Berm. F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER:  Disclaimed. WARM-O-RAMA:  SSHs x 50 IC. THA-THANG:   Mosey’d over to the lacrosse field where YHC had set up 6 flagged lines spaced roughly 5 yds apart. Beginning on the start line PAX sprinted to the first line, performed…

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September 6, 2019

Curbed on ‘the Avenue of Lost Souls’

THE SCENE: Windows down and enjoyed the chilly commute along the Wolf River Blvd.  Even the obnoxious median curb waterfalls of affluence couldn’t put a damper on my trash talking punishment ‘q’.F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER: Ah, if only Corn Cob’s (aka Fields Stewart Faus) parents would have given him a F middle name then F3 would have so much…

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