Lack of faith in Institutions

So all the institutions are letting us down.  Public Health sends mixed messages, Courts are closed, politicians hate each other, etc.  But there is organization that won’t let you down.  That organization is F3 Nation, F3 Gastonia and the original AO, the Gashouse.

The National Guard secured the Grier Track this morning so Sargento let me know that it would not be available.  The Guard knew I was the Q this morning so I approved their track use in advance.  We had nine bootcampers this morning and after a brief warmup consisting of Merkins, Squats, and LBC’s, we moseyed off to the flag while El Toro confidently led the men who stayed behind for the PainLab.

We moseyed west on Garrison and had a sketchy street crossing to the business park.  At the bottom of the hill, 15 Big Boi’s and run to the top of the hill for 5 burpees for a total of five rounds.  Sargento was warmed up from his EC and led the way along with Short Sale and Tricycle.  YHC forgot that the hill is that long, but we persevered and completed it anyway.  At the conclusion I asked a few PAX  what they wished they could tell their 20 year old self (as a salute to Stroganoff’s Gaston’s Great Podcast question).  A few really good answers from a few PAX.

Sargento had to return to start while the rest of us moseyed west again for a knock off “Forrest Gump” workout.  After another sketchy street crossing we arrived at the Baptist Church and stopped for merkins, plank jacks, and shoulder taps.

It was at this time Sargento drove by while laying on the horn of his pearl white Honda.  YHC asked a PAX for the time and it was 0731.  The PAX unanimously agreed that there was no way that he exercised for the requisite 30 minutes and then get in his car and drive passed our location.  Therefore, the bootcamp workout is null and void for him and that makes his  “extra credit” before the workout actually his only workout of the day and his acknowledgement in the names section below has an asterick.  He will need a few more if he wants to eat those peanut M&M’s that are offensive to the PAX, especially Freight.  (These are the rules of #F3-250)

At Hillbilly’s (currently Taxco) we stopped for additional merkins, plank jacks, and shoulder taps.  Then we moseyed once more to Lineberger Park and the flag pole for some partner DORA work.

50 burpees, 200 squats, 300 LBC’s.  One Pax does exercises while the other crosses the creek and runs up the stairs and back.  This was bad.

YHC modified and reduced the LBC’s by 100 for the sake of time since we were a mile from home.  A few leading PAX stopped again at Hillbilly’s and so we knocked out 75 calf raises before continuing onward.  The 0800 church bells were ringing when we got back.

Wojo gave a great compliment when he said, “Good Q, that sucked”.  Hot Dog had a great attitude and pushed the rock in spite of nearly splashing merlot.  Linus was his usual consistent self.  Short Sale narrated the oral history of the recent Bourbon Chase to several PAX while we were moseying.

At COT, we prayed for Turtleman, Wojo who had an uncle that passed away last week, Rockabilly’s family, Pacer’s mother

Announcements:  (Watts Up has all the scoop):  Extinction Run on the 6th, Chad 1000 on the 11th, Christmas Party on the 11th, Wojo may Q a flag football fundraiser…stand by on details.

Rudolph is leaving us to move to greener pastures in Forsyth County on November 19th.  His leadership and consistency at the Gashouse/Painlab will be sorely missed.  Come post in the next few weeks if you can to show him the love.

Roscoe