• Post Type: Backblast
  • When: 05/01/2021
  • AO: Folsom
  • QIC: Whoopee
  • FNG's: Kragle, Spackle
  • PAX: Sparky, Whoopee, Sarlac, West Side, Flintstone, Handcuff, BedPan, Stogey, Achy Brachy, Spackle (FNG), Wichita, Watts Up, Ozark, Kragle (FNG), Rabbit Ears

I was back in Folsom this morning-great Ao, great guys, OUTSTANDING cofeeteeria (partly based on the food and partly based on the PAX. However, you will have a hard time finding a better breakfast casserole anywhere). Saw a lot of new faces and a few old ones this morning. We also had a couple FNGs. Driving in I noticed some extra vehicles and quickly realized there was another event going on. Years ago I might have wondered if the Folsom regulars had camped out due to excitement for another workout…..I soon found out there was a dog show going on this weekend. At your own risk you can insert your favorite joke about anyone’s particular M at this point.

We started with a little warmup-a few SSH, Squats, and Merkins then headed to the tennis courts. I did get to the disclaimer shortly after starting. Q fail right out of the gates. Oh well, I guess that is what I get for not Q’ing on a regular basis lately. Once we got on the tennis courts I explained the initial plan. I reminded the guys of the Greenwood PAX event each year called IronPax Challenge. I borrowed part of one of their workouts with a minor modification. I would count my reps and they would do AMRAP. I did 50 squats/20 BB situps + 20 Freddie Mercuries, 30 Merkins, 20 Bonnie Blairs, and 10 burpees. BTW, Bonnie Blairs don’t get any easier if you don’t do them on a regular basis. We took a lap around the courts then repeated that without the burpees. And in case you are wondering, the second round was not easy.

We moved on to the second part which included an Indian Run….actually a “Run Indian.” I don’t think this is a real thing so don’t bother looking it up. I made it up last night and overall I think it worked pretty well. On Run Indian, the idea is similar to Indian Run except the first guy in the line drops off, does 3 burpees, yells “GO!!!! for the next first guy to drop off and do 3 burpees….. After completing the burpees, the idea is to get back into line moseying along. I was pretty happy with how this turned out. I believe Wichita felt like he was just doing burpees the whole time. Yup, I’ll call that success.

Once we got up top to the flag by the entrance we quietly stayed on the backward-facing wall and did some Donkey Kicks. Note to self: 20 DKs in cadence are tougher now than I remember. Apparently some old ladies came out and started to yell at us because we were shaking the walls. One look at Sparky and they swooned. He apparently smiled and they became a lot more friendly. I think he may have gotten a phone number from one of the maw maws. No judgement here. Everybody need a little love, even the blue-haired beauties.

We moseyed back to the tennis courts for beatdown #2. This time it was 11’s with HIP SLAPPERS on 1 end and Big Boy situps on the other end. This was pretty painful but we eventually finished. Next we moseyed back to the flag up front and did some hip slappers. We had just enough time to mosey back to start for a few minutes of Mary. I believe I had enough when Sparky called for 10 burpees during Mary?????!!!!!! WTF? Mary doesn’t burpee!!! She’s a sweet soul that needs some gentle petting. Not pounding on the pavement with grunting and snotting around all over the place.

Both trips up to the front flag we talked a little about 1 of the books we have read at Coconut Horse called The Four Agreements. As a quick reminder, the 4 agreements were the following: Be impeccable with your word, Don’t take things personally, Don’t make assumptions, Always do your best. We also put in a plug for Q Source at Ingles. Maybe this will get a few guys out there also.

We finished with a COT full of prayer requests ranging from Turtleman to LEO to various friends and family members. Great push guys. Enjoyed being back at Folsom again as usual.

And BTW, Allen Tate was not here today.

Whoopee