The BackBlast:

AO:

clinic

Pax Names:

Absess, Stopwatch, Thunder Britches, Seaman, Gut Check, Sgt. Slaughter, Homer, Overalls, Goldwing, Vespa, Band Camp, Hooch

Number of Pax:

12

FNG Names:

Number of FNGs:

0

Intro:

If you post and complete an F3 workout, you receive an F3 nickname. If you post late and leave in the middle of the workout, you are sure to receive an even better F3 nickname, so stay tuned…

Warm-o-Rama:

Mosey a lap around the amphitheater and onto the stage for "The Gross":
12 Reps X 12 Exercises (X 12 PAX plus 1 would-be FNG). That's almost 13.
All in cadence, and to Homer's absolute delight, we got in a nice long warm-up, consisting of (1) Annie, (2) The Dancing Bear, (3) The Finkle Swing, (4) The Hillbilly, (5) The Lunge, (6) The 'Mercan, (7) The Monkey Humper (Band Camp did 24, showing his youthful agility at such an obviously well-practiced maneuver), (8) The Mountain Climber, (9) The RAST (one of YHC's faves, the Reverse Alternating Shoulder Tap), (10) The SSH, (11) The T-Bone, and finally (so we could get warmed up properly) (12) The Windmill. 12 Reps each. Almost 13.

The Thang:

Mosey to the bottom of the hill for a free tour of the A.O. Run backward up Arnold Mill Hill, bear crawl past the fountain all the way to the granite memorial benches, crab walk the v-shaped sidewalk over to the Vingenzo's parking lot. Wheelbarrow 100+ yards to the curb atop the amphitheater (partners switching positions as needed). At this point, we still had almost 13 PAX, so YHC went at it alone, modifying to a bear crawl. It was later made known that bear crawls are "much easier" than wheelbarrows (did I quote you correctly, Band Camp?), so I guess the other guys will have better strengthening results than YHC, especially being that we reversed and repeated the 100 yards, same exercise. Great idea, Stopwatch! Moving on, we moseyed around the other side of the amphitheater and down around the stage, back to the bottom of Arnold Mill Hill.
Instructions were given for Dora 1-2-3. Partner 1 runs up the hill, around the park fountain, and back, whilst Partner 2 begins the count. Amass together a total of 100 BBS, then 200 OHC (overhead clap), then 300 SSH. YHC started all by me onesie, but got to finish with Stopwatch, since his would-be FNG partner desserted him midway through the exercise. He was wearing a Spartan shirt, which the Q may have made sport of a time or two throughout the workout, but F3 beat downs are a cut above. They're tough, admittedly. Very difficult to finish. Almost 13 of us did this morning, though. If you're out there reading this, sir, we hope you can swallow your pride and post again soon. On time. And stay to the end. It will be worth it.

COT:

We are thankful for the abundant life we are given through our resurrected Lord, Jesus Christ. And we are asking His mercy on a local family with a new challenge, as well as several other concerns. We are amazed by the grace of our Savior that He who never sinned became sin on our behalf, that we might become the righteousness of God. Unfathomably deep are the riches of His mercy and grace.

Naked Man Moleskin:

In all seriousness – we do hope our phantasmic friend (Vespa's EH) returns to the gloom soon, and it's a good thing we already have an "Almost". Since you left the house (later than you should next time, bro) with your M's keys, yet still had the wherewithal to answer her phone call in the middle of a beat down, and further, considered her need thereof to be worthy of your early exit, we have had ourselves quite a bit of fun with the situation already and now have a bit more time to come up with a fitting moniker for you.

Band Camp – albeit an indicator that you wounded my pride with your comment about my 200 yard bear crawl being markedly inferior to your switching back and forth with your partner wheelbarrowing, I am reminded of a particularly hilarious piece of literature I know you'll appreciate. Being that you like poetry, and that you are especially fond of wheelbarrows as well, I must share that I'll never forget in 9th grade coming across this little gem in our literature text book. It's a poem called "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams. You'd include your middle name, too, if your name was William Williams, right? So here goes, from memory, and yes, this is the entire work: "So much depends upon the red wheelbarrow, glazed with rain water, beside the white chickens." Ponder that, my friend. Let me know what deep reflections come from your time of study. Call twice if I don't answer. I'm busy bear crawling to try and even the playing field.

Men, I cannot thank you enough for posting and working hard with me in the gloom, for the opportunity to lead you, and for your confidence and openness in the circle of trust. We all need what we have found in F3. Truly blessed to be a part of this with you. See you again soon.