The BackBlast:

AO:

clinic

Pax Names:

Huckleberry, Lexi, Nomad, Hank Hill, Dizzy, Gut Check, Mouth to Mouth, Quackers, Homer, Good Hands, Band Camp, Tiny Tat, Mandals, Hooch

Number of Pax:

14

FNG Names:

Number of FNGs:

0

Intro:

Heckled by passersby, bricks that got heavier, and two 41-lb. restrictor plates.

Warm-o-Rama:

14 men fought off the inertia of the fart sack this 27-degree Monday morning and showed up for a bricker at the Clinic. PAX were instructed to select two bricks from YHC's tailgate (the classic 3-lb variety) and that the two 5-gallon jugs (Crystal Springs water cooler style with a handle, 41 lbs. each) would be accompanying us everywhere we went. The Exicon recommends giving the gazelles of the pack a "restrictor plate", a heavy Q-pon designed to prevent spacing between the front-runners and the six. At the Clinic, we like to keep the pack together, AND we're all manly men anyways, so EVERYONE got at least one turn toting the restrictor plates around the A.O. Bricks in hand for the entire 45 minutes, unless carrying a water jug.
We moseyed around the back of the stage and back around to the middle of the frozen lawn for some further orientation, as well as 20 SSH IC, 15 Dancing Bears IC, and 15 Dodo Birds IC. Sweet moves, bros – lookin' great!

The Thang:

Now accustomed to the fact that these light little bricks surely get heavier by the minute, the PAX set out on our first little adventure of the morning – the Hundred 'Mercan Mile. One large lap around the lawn and behind the stage (just over 1/10 mile), followed by 10 'mercans OYO. Brick curls OYO ANYTIME you're waiting for the six, which we did after each of 10 laps. Completed the 10 tenths and 10 sets of 10 'mercans, and YHC was very impressed by the teamwork and support as each man toted a water jug for at least one lap, some opting for a brick or two in the other hand, others sharing the load with a fellow PAX.
After the Hundren 'Mercan Mile, we brought the bricks and restrictor plates to the center of Sidewalk 1 and looked out at the lawn before us. The next task at hand was to move from Sidewalk 1 to 2, then 2-1, etc. doing exercises that spelled out the word BRICK one letter at a time.

Bear crawls
Run backward
Inch worm (all mumblechatter shut down at this point)
Crab walk (tri's smoked, seemingly impossible task of moving water jugs somehow completed anyway)
Kangaroo broad jumps

Over to the shovel flag for some around the horn, starting with the PAX who had not yet had the privilege of leading an exercise in their time with F3. Frozen brain fog had set in big time at this point for YHC, so forgive me if I leave you out! Homer led us in 10 squats each leg in cadence; then Dizzy (Mike Tysons 10 IC), Lexi (J-Lo's 10 IC), and Quackers (Munky Humpers 15 IC, because why stop at 10?).

COT:

We are praying for various PAX and their family and friends who are ill. And we spend some good deep moments sharing ideas of how to be intentional about our family time and make the most of our time together in the home. Particular focus was given to developing a regular and meaningful dinnertime routine, and the words of Pres. Ronald Reagan should stick with us throughout the day: "All great change starts at the dinner table." Don't miss this simple but potentially powerful opportunity to impact one another every day.

My bro, Gut Check, was our 6th Man this morning, and it was great hearing him respond to some good questions from the PAX, including how we might be in prayer for him. Solid HIM pursuing Jesus and leading his family well, firmly committed to F3 since July. We're blessed to know you and be influenced by you, Gut Check.

Naked Man Moleskin:

Somewhere around lap one or two of the Hundred 'Mercan Mile we encountered two presumed swimmers walking out of the aquatic center, who seemed a mix of startled and amused by our presence, gladly giving way to our train of brick-and-jug-toting men on the sidewalk. We were surprised and rather delighted when the late-teen boy and girl spotted their friend Quackers amongst the PAX and immediately began to heckle (well maybe it was actually encouragement, but it sounded quite contrived and pedantic) us! Maybe Quackers can get that little punk friend of his to join us in the gloom sometime without his gf in tow and see what kind of stuff he is really made of. I dare you to work the EH, Quackers.

Really good hard work this morning, men. I want to thank every one of you who posted today – you make me stronger by your presence, your affirmation, and your endurance. I am thankful to God to know you gents and to be out here shaping and being shaped by Him through each one of you. Keep up the good work. And bring an FNG next time.