Five brave pax gathered in the rain and gloom this morning. We met to take the daily red pill and start the week right by crushing a beatdown with our brothers. I was also motivated to commemorate my two years of F3 workouts. I had originally planned to recreate my first workout – Inmate had been the Q and he had us mosey to the ballpark for some PT and wheelbarrow walks up the handicap ramp. But the rain and cold weather gave me pause, so I called an audible and kept us in the sunken living room.
Warmup – SSH, Jeff Imperial Walkers, Peter Parkers
Milkbone Merkin Spin – a new favorite of mine that I lifted from a workout Qed by the venerable Milkbone – 16 uneven merkins with left hand on step, 16 decline merkins, 16 with right hand on step, 16 incline merkins.
Dora 1 – 50 burpees, 100 dips, 150 2-count mountain climbers while partner runs to end of covered walkway.
Bear crawl suicides – bear crawl to first line, jog back, bear crawl to next line, etc. Heehaw asked if anyone had ever splashed merlot during a workout I Q-ed. Proud to say that 1) he had to ask that question and 2) it still hasn’t happened to my knowledge. I like to walk that fine line.
Crawl bear suicides
Dora 2 – 100 carolina dry docks, 150 crunchy frogs, 200 monkey humpers
Wheelbarrow walk with partner – go up the handicap ramp, turn around, and then go back down. Switch partners and repeat.
I’m feeling a little introspective after spending two years working out regularly with the pax of F3 St. Simons. I realized something about myself – though I hate to miss workouts I am not a fitness fiend. You won’t see me solo-rucking at 4:00 AM like Heehaw. I’m not doing yoga at the club like Milkbone. Not doing extra lifting at the gym like Loveshack or Rosebud or any number of you. I don’t run marathons like Inmate or workout in my home gym every evening like Yogi Bear. Not on my own private running schedule like Cowtipper or working as a personal trainer like D2.
I do F3. I meet in the gloom several times a week because I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to crush it with each of you. This community means a lot to me – it’s a grounding force in my life. It makes it feel routine to have a daily connection to other men, to lock shields as our former nantan is so fond of saying and understand what others are dealing with in their day-to-day lives. I consider it an honor and a privilege to have that opportunity. Whether 3 pax show up or 15, in rain or shine, in the freezing cold or sweltering heat, if we’re doing one-legged hops with Dodgeball or burpee mile with Heehaw, it’s always worth it. I’m grateful.