Basically a Backblast…

THE SCENE: Cold
F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER
WARM-O-RAMA:

SSH IC x50
Squats IC x50
IW IC x25

THA-THANG:
Mosey round the parking lot and stop to do exercises and stuff.
25 Derkins
Mosey again
25 Dips
Mosey again
25 Derkins
Mosey again
25 Dips
Mosey to another part of the parking lot

10 Burpees
20 BBS
30 Merkins
40 Squats
Bear Crawl to curb, Crawl Bear to startex
RINSE AND REPEAT
Suicides…

MARY:
American Hammers IC x25
BBS IC x25
American Hammers IC x20
ABC’s
American Hammers IC x15
Mountain Climbers IC x30
American Hammers IC x10

COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
6 PAX!  Shoestring, Phat Pat, O’Reilly, Gilligan, Moana, and Spell Check.

CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
The gospel is simple and beautiful.  Dont forget how simple it is yet how big it is.  Through Jesus Christ, man can have relationship with God!  That should blow our minds.

MOLESKIN:
Good stuff being with the working class men of F3 Memphis.  These dudes are hard workers cause Spell Check wasn’t quitting.  I like that dude!  Phat Pat basically did the workout, but not really.  To quote him, “It was good enough for government work.”

ANNOUNCEMENTS:
Doesn’t matter cause they will never get on slack or ever see this backblast.  As a metter of fact, I could write whatever the heck I want about Phat Pat and he will never read this.  EVER.

Bear Crawl 1-2-3 at The Bluest of all Collars aka tFBH

THE SCENE: This is all Phat Pat’s fault. You see, PhoaP got a “real job” where The Man holds him down on the daily. Can you believe his boss demands he be onsite at a definite time every day? This is 2019! I’m a knowledge worker. At my job, I show up when I feel like it because you can’t just make knowledge work happen at will. The mood has to be right. I need my Aeron chair, ear buds, and dual 27″ monitors. 

Anyway, so PhoaP decides that people with “real jobs” also deserve F3, too. I had this idea months ago, but PhoaP wouldn’t go for it! Go figure! Typical PhoaP. Anyway, he finally agreed to be AOQ, so this week, we’re throwing a launch party. The dilemma for me was I had already promised myself to the Old Forest for King of the Bluff. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I devised a scheme to Q at the Blue Collar, then head to Old Forest for the last part of their workout. Some may find this dubious. I just call it zeal. #Freed2Lead

My alarm went off at 0400. I cranked up “Danger Zone” and grabbed my clothes. After some shadow boxing in the mirror in my skivvies, I got dressed, and hit the john.

At 0420 (shout-out Howze Park!), I slipped on the Brooks and headed out. Drizzle! Did not account for that. Fortunately, it never matters. By the time I arrived at tBC, the ground was sufficiently moist and the air pleasantly cool. PhoaP was nowhere to be seen, but Choker and Gilligan were waiting in their cars. I planted the state’s shovel flag and waited for the laborers. At exactly 0429, the lot filled and all ten PAX were assembled. Not a single man was late. 

F3 WELCOME & DISCLAIMER: Done

WARM-O-RAMA:
All in cadence, naturally…SSH x20; IW x15; Buttkickers x15; High Knees x15; Prisoner Squats x10; Tempo Merkins x10; Al Gore+OHC x10

1-2-3-4-5-Hit-the-Deck (There might be a name for this. I have no idea. Basically, bend your knees slightly, hands out in front, and chop them feets fast. First PAX counts to 5 then we all hit the deck for a burpee. Recover and continue chopping. We went around the circle twice, which was two too many times.)

S-L-O-W mosey to the tennis courts!

THA-THANG:
PAX paired up and did Bear Crawl 1-2-3. It’s like Dora, but even better! 

Lining up on the sideline of one court, Partner 1 starts on the exercises while Partner 2 bear crawls to the opposite sideline and crawl bears back. Flippy floppy until each pair completed: 100 merkins, 200 big boy sit-ups, 300 squats.

YHC turned to his advisor (Ganon) and asked him to pick 11s or Tammy Wynette. Ganon chose 11s. Bad choice, Ganon!

11s with Carolina Tennessee Dry Docks and V-Ups. Instead of moseying or something in between exercises (BORING!), we just stayed put and did 10 smurf jacks (FUN!). So, 10 dry docks, 10 smurf jacks, 1 v-up, 10 smurf jacks, 9 dry docks, 10 smurf jacks, 2 v-ups, etc.

We got about halfway through and YHC called it to save a couple minutes for Mary.

MARY:
Flutter kicks x20 IC, keep feet up, Hello Dolly x15, rest, flutter kicks x15, switch to low plank, pickle pounders x15, 30 second low plank.

COUNT-OFF & NAME-O-RAMA
10 PAX, no effin’ G’s

CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
YHC shared Romans 12:1-2 and related the sentiment of an article I read recently about career progression. We can easily get so caught up in growth at our company that we end up being conformed to the company’s culture. Paul tells us not to be conformed to the world, but to renew our minds in Christ.

“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind…”

MOLESKIN:
Great work this morning by the PAX. The Bear Crawl 1-2-3 turned out to be more of a slog that I expected. The mumblechatter was limited. Spellcheck killed it. 

ANNOUNCEMENTS:
Check the preblast for a weekly lunch in your ‘hood. Crucible coming March 30. 

AFTERWARD:
I stuck around a few minutes and got to catch up with Moana and Part Timer. As they left, Phat Pat put his hand of my shoulder. Looking down and away hoping I wouldn’t notice the tears, he said, “Just go, Beans. Your people need you.” Back in the car, YHC cranked “Danger Zone” back up and headed to the urine-soaked streets of Midtown. Checking Slack (at a red light, obviously), YHC’s source on the ground had not provided any location information for the Old Forest. I skidded into the lot and took the first spot available. Jumping out, I immediately started running and scanning the playground area and parking lot. Nothing. Just silence and darkness. I was preparing to start a recon mosey on the trail when a glint of orange caught my eye in the distance near the abnormally long picnic table. It was a t-shirt! As I started towards it, suddenly the whole host came into view. Arrayed around the stone table were dozens of PAX. In the middle was Four Eyes himself! I planted myself next to Dewey, who donned the orange shirt, and joined in the timer work 4E was leading. We did squat jumps, big boy sit-ups, and some burpees. Shoestring was talking about doing extra reps. I did more. Mary was a horrible circuit of hello dolly, american hammers, and groiners. 27 PAX came out to the Old Forest, but Blart and Lazarus inexplicably went to the Levee and ruined everything. There’s always next month!