The BackBlast:

AO:

other

Pax Names:

Babyface, Misty, Drumstick, Trill, Gut Check, Legionaire, Bloodhound, OddJob, Pelosi, Grylls, LawDog, 2ndF Westside, Chops, Hasbro

Number of Pax:

11

FNG Names:

Number of FNGs:

0

Intro:

Having won the first monthly 5k, YHC was Tasked with planning the next. What better place than the Flyin V and no better course than the greenway, scratch that we will have to go through Woodstock Knoll and it somewhat hilly terrain. The Pax will Love it.

Warm-o-Rama:

This being a challenge and not a beatdown, the warmups were the variety of beatdowns and CSAUPs going on. Several of the Pax went to either Chatterbox, Boomtown, or the Hurt locker. A couple Pax (YHC included) went to the Guns and Hoses 5k. Nothing like running and beating yourself down and then saying, hay lets run a 5K that evening and then hanging out for some 2nd F. This is what F3 is all about.

The Thang:

The course took the Pax from the light pole by the bushes next to the amphitheater up Main Street to Woodstock knoll. Through Woodstock Knoll subdivision back to Main street to the Light Pole by the bushes for the finishes. Right at 3.1 miles.

If you want to join, you can run the route this week with the Flyin V on Tuesday or pre-beatdown with Westside on Wednesday. Record your time and send it to Babyface and then look for next months challenge. Most improved is the goal.

COT:

Everyone was so excited for the Second F, YHC forgot to do a COT. Shame on me. But we all have things to pray for and the Sky Q knows what is on our hearts, so just pray for all the unspoken prayers.

Naked Man Moleskin:

Gut Check and YHC were the only Flyin V veterans who have run the route we took today. Meaning we were the only ones who knew exactly what was in store once you hit Woodstock Knoll. It is one giant hill. From the start of the Neighborhood to the las tenth of a mile out of the neighborhood is one giant hill. It is a beast of a route to take and not for the faint of heart. Of Course the pax were cussing it and loving it at the same time.

This was the second 5k for today for YHC. I ran the guns and hoses in the morning posting a fantastic personal record of 23:11 and beating Dixie Chick out by 1 second in an epic sprint to the finish only to find out I placed 4th in my age group because Tiny Tat at 40 was somehow placed in my age group and took first. All told in that age group F3 took 1, 2, and 4 place. Dixie was 2nd in his age group. Iron Sharpens Iron boys.

Drumstick does not stop talking. Even on that hill, he was like "Who has a fun story to tell…..Ok so this one time……" He of course was sandbagging because as soon as we got back to main street he took off like a bat out of hell and posted the fastest time of the day.

While Drumstick won the race, Bloodhound took home the trophy for the challenge. He posted the most improvement on time from last month. He beat out Misty by a .1 of second for most improved. Know he gets to plan next month. Hopefully he leaves the logs and ropes and tourture at home.

While Misty may have lost to Bloodhound, he did post his fastest 5k time. On this course that says something. He took me out at the last second. I thought I had him as we came to the finish line, but he cranked it up and got the inside corner effectively shutting me out. Next month I want a rematch. Misty then ran to the six and brouht them home.

After the race we went to the Reformation for 2nd. F. We were joined by Chops and Hasbro, a few 2.0s and a couple of Ms. It was a lot of fun. We need more 2nd Fs. We must have made quite the impression on the place, because Drumstick was approached by some dudes saying "What is the F3 thing?" All they see is a bunch of sweaty dudes show up with F3 shirts and drink beer together and are curious. Misty with the assist because he keeps the F3 business cards in his wallet and Drumstick went to town howing why he taught Homeboy everything he knows about sales.

Somehow, YHC did not buy a beer all night. Chops was gracious to start by purchasing the first round for me and Oddjob, and then before several of us could finish more beer was passed out. While they might not be good at avoiding scandals, flatballs, and other such things, New Englanders know how to keep the beer glasses full. Thanks Pelosi (I think. If not sorry to who actually bought that round.)

The rest of the evening involved some Pax going to Wrastlin and some going to eat Pizza. YHC choose pizza. After ordering a calzone, I needed to relieve myself in a comfortable occupancy for 1 facility but before I could leave a Frenchman pushed me back into the facilities and shut the door. Needless to say this is one of my most uncomfortable moments in my life. Thankfully he just wanted to make sure I remembered that I was responsible for a backblast and knew that Bloodhound one the trophy. Why this could not wait until I was back at the table, I will never know but I am forever grateful that the certain Frenchman kicked me out before he did his business.

I would like to say that was the only embarrasing story but alas, as YHC was walking out the back door heading home before I knew it I was flat on my back with a throbbing pain in my arms and back watching my leftover calzone fly 15 feet in the air out of the take home box and on to the dirty ally. Thankfully know one was around…oh crap did Bloodhound see that.