Author: Sargento (Page 1 of 30)

There were 13 HIM who showed at the hottest AO around. Midoriyama is heating up and the PAX were given a choice of working out in the sun or shade (actually Wikileaks was tasked with the choice and he chose sun). This is what happened…

Pledge of Allegiance for those paying attention and not having their own conversations.

Warmup – Merkins, stretching, more merkins and more stretching. Maybe some goofballs too. Oompa was asked to keep count of how many merkins we did during the workout.

Grab the kickball and mosey toward the soccer fields, at least one not claimed by someone else. We ended up finding one that had a home plate and most of the “bases” ready to go. Best of all, it was in the shade, sorry Wiki! The two elder statesmen of the group were asked to pick teams and once that was done the team with the fewer men batted first.

At this point, it was made very clear that the batter was to use his non-dominant leg to kick. It seemed that everyone understood this rule. Other rules were that each time an out was made or a run scored, we did 5 merkins.

Everything was going along pretty well with YHC’s team taking a quick 2-0 lead after our first at bats. We swapped sides as usual and the other guys went through their rotation. In the second inning, an unnamed member of the guys not on YHC’s team stepped up and bombed a kick way over the deepest outfielder we had. Suspicions were immediately raised and the question had to be asked, “Are you amphibious?” The reported offender of course didn’t know what we were talking about until we got to the fact of the matter, are you right or left footed? He played coy until the truth was flushed out that he did indeed use his strong foot, saying he never heard the rule about kicking with our weak foot. This was after about 15 of us had struggled to kick it not much further than where the bases are. Dr Seuss said “good grief”! I guess the offender doesn’t think were very good at the whole kicking a ball thing? For shame!

Anyway, after a bunch of merkins, some big boys and goofballs that some were ashamed to do because they thought people we “watching us”, YHC’s team won by default because one of the rules clearly states that, in a tie game, the win goes to the team with less players. Everybody knows that! It feels good to be a champion.

We moseyed back and held COT.

Announcements: Blood drive this Wednesday at Living Hope Church/South Point Methodist, Seuss’ Lightning Belt Challenge, 4th of July at the Yank,

Prayer requests: Gumby’s mom, Stogie’s M’s surgery on July 2nd

The HIM came out to the Old School in search of a beatdown. What would happen? They showed and soon they know’d. No weinke was needed either. This is what happened…

Stretching warm up to get loose and some merkins thrown in. Mosey around the corner and stop for some more merkins. Mosey from there to the alma mater of many-o PAX for the Thang

Dora 123 – partner up and do 100 Merkins, 200 LBCs and 300 Side Straddle Hops. The other partner would take a lap around the bus drive in. Perfect form was done by all. On one of the laps Gumby noticed a pile of what looked like a spilled can of snuff or maybe meth packets.

Next we did Wall sits for a bit and then a bear crawl under the covered drop off. A mini slalom was done and then back with what we did before.

Mosey from there to the wide truck drive behind the Ingles for some 11s. Big boys on one end and merkins on the other. There was quite a bit of corner cutting by the usual suspects who struggle with counting reps. #HTSI

Fellowship mosey to the small cul-de-sac for some more stretching.

Mosey the long way back to the start and the about 12 minutes of Mary with explicit instructions to limit the work to abs and a 10-rep max. Some tried to test the Q’s resolve but those attempts were squashed!

Time! Thanks for the opportunity to pick up the vacant Q. Aye!

Announcements – Tuna 200 needs runners (congrats to Chili for the HC), July 4th at Yank, Lightning workout

Prayer requests – Gumby’s mom, praise and prayers for Wirenut’s mom’ treatment, Purple Haze’s dad knee replacement and a friend from Italy who was in a shark attack

In the gloom this morning, 10 HIM and a straggler came for some running and rucking. The runner’s route went through the dark Del Webb development. Was there mud like some say the original Sargento route at the Pub had? Who knows? YHC turned around at the 2-mile mark to save the hammy but in the end, everyone finished safely and got their work in.

Announcements – swim AO at Pinebrook swim club this Friday, Rice n Beans Tuesday (still need 8), 2nd F lunch next Wednesday, Yank cleanup on 22nd, blood drive 26th,

Prayer requests – Termite test results, Turtleman’s family, Huck procedure

11 HIM showed to know at the Fighting Yank on a perfect morning for pain. This is what happened…

Pledge of Allegiance

Count off

Mosey

We arrived around the corner on the street that runs parallel with the railroad tracks. We did some warmup type stuff highlighted by the patented Right Over Left. From there the first routine was explained.

Bearway to Heaven – Bearcrawl the street, stopping to do 5 squats at each line. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin was played for the enjoyment of all. YHC threw in random trivia questions and name that tune type stuff for the remainder of the workout.

Mosey from there to the alley beside Nelly’s for some wall sits and donkey kicks then to the small parking lot behind Cherry Wealth Planning for some 11s. I think we did Mike Tysons and Big Boys  with a lunge walk in between but it was too long ago to recall for sure.

Head around the corner and up the street to another wall where we did more wall sits and donkey kicks.

Back to the front of the old Suntrust branch for a round of ATMs. 15 Alternating Shoulder Taps, 15 Tempo Merkins and 15 Merkins then take a lap. We did a couple rounds of this before it got boring and we needed to do other stuff.

Mosey toward the start, picking up a random traffic cone along the way for what lay ahead.

Traffic Cone Basketball shots – just like what we tried at Midoriyama earlier in the week with a trash can, only this time we used the cone. Would the PAX improve on our totally pathetic performance from Tuesday. HELL NO!!! We suck at shooting these shots and we did a whole bunch of exercises as a result. However, we put work in and everybody had fun. It was great!

In honor of ToolTime’s birthday, YHC played TOOL throughout the workout. Leppard got a Werther’s. This is what happened…

Pledge of Allegiance

Warmup & countoff

Mosey toward the pond where we were told to do 11s from the top of the concrete walkway to the fishing dock at the bottom. Mike Tysons at the top and Goofballs at the bottom. Upon arriving at the bottom we realized that there were plenty of fisher people there so for the rest of the routine, we did the Goofballs at the gazebo that was about halfway down. The PAX sighed with excitement.

Once we finished this very tiring routine, we fellowship moseyed back to the start for YHC’s new creation, Trashcan Shooting. We took turns shooting shots with the approximately 6-inch ball for a 15-foot target. If we made it we did 5 reps of something, if we miss, we did 5 of something else. To put it bluntly, we really, really, really sucked at this! As I recall, we made 3 of 30 shots. Pathetic. Don’t quit your day jobs men!

Announcements – Rice n Beans this Tuesday, 2nd F lunch this Wednesday, Wikileak’s birthday Q Tuesday, Extinction Run Saturday, Memorial Day Murph

Prayer Requests – Turtleman ,Huck, Anchorman, Jackson Curti, Westside’s father-in-law cancer

Against Dr Seuss’ wishes, we finished by singing Happy Birthday to Tool Time.

10 HIM showed to know at Martha’s House to start there week by #nevermissingamonday. This is what happened…

Moderate disclaimer

Pledge of Allegiance

Warmup of Merkins

Mosey to the back of Martha’s big ole parking lot where the PAX lined up for 11s. We did LBCs and Mike Tysons maybe. Upon completion, YHC asked who was excited. No one but JJ spoke up. So sad, hate to see it, can’t we do better than this? It was explained that to be enthusiastic, you have to act enthusiastic. Preach

Run from there for full lap around the outside of the baseball fields and arrive at the center for the Thang.

(Place Name Here) – One burpee in the middle, run to the end of one spoke for 6 merkins (I think) and back to the middle, out and back, out and back, do this for all 3 spokes. The next round we did the same for some abs, and the final round were legs.

By now it was close to time, so we headed back to the start for the wrap up. COT

Announcements – Rice n Beans, 2nd F lunch, extinction run, memorial day murph

Prayers – Turtleman, Stroganoff m recovery from surgery, praise that Stroganoff has made it back to the gloom

5 HIM showed in the very early gloom. This is what happened.

As Dr. Seuss, Sargento, Keesh, Golddigger, and Buckeye trotted along the winding path of their training route, their conversation meandered through topics as diverse as the colors of a rainbow. Today, their dialogue took a turn towards career paths, entrepreneurial spirits, and the dynamics of power within organizations.

“I’ve always had a soft spot for retiring as a school teacher,” Dr. Seuss remarked, his voice carrying the whimsy of his namesake. “Think of the joy in shaping young minds, like molding clay into vibrant sculptures! Oh, the places they’ll go!”

Sargento, the pragmatic one of the group, shook his head. “But what about the money, Doc? Teachers don’t exactly swim in gold coins like Scrooge McDuck. I’d rather roll the dice and chase the entrepreneurial dream, where the sky’s the limit!”

“Ah, but there’s more to life than just dollars and cents,” countered Keesh, his eyes sparkling with wisdom. “As an entrepreneur, you’re like a lone wolf, navigating through the wilderness of uncertainty. But as a teacher, you’re part of a community, nurturing not just minds but hearts.”

Golddigger, the dreamer among them, nodded enthusiastically. “And what’s life without a bit of adventure? Entrepreneurs are like pirates, sailing the seas of opportunity in search of hidden treasures. It’s not just about making money, it’s about carving out your own destiny!”

Buckeye, the steady anchor of the group, spoke up next. “But let’s not forget the power dynamics at play within organizations. CEOs may hold the reins, but with great power comes great responsibility. It’s a delicate dance between authority and empathy, between strength and compassion.”

As they rounded the final bend of their run, their hearts pounding with exhilaration, the five friends reflected on the rich tapestry of their conversation. From the allure of retiring as a school teacher to the adventurous spirit of entrepreneurs to the nuanced dynamics of power within organizations, they had traversed a landscape as colorful and vibrant as a Seussian illustration. And as they headed off to refuel with a hearty brunch, they knew that their next journey together would bring with it another opportunity for spirited discussion and boundless exploration.

Their footsteps echoed along the path as they continued their run, each lost in thought, pondering the complexities of their respective career paths and the choices that lay ahead.

Dr. Seuss, with his whimsical nature, couldn’t help but mull over the idea of retirement as a school teacher. To him, there was a certain magic in the classroom, a joy that transcended the mundane. The thought of igniting young minds with the spark of imagination filled him with a sense of purpose unlike any other.

Sargento, on the other hand, remained resolute in his pursuit of the entrepreneurial dream. To him, the allure of building something from nothing, of charting his own course through uncharted waters, was irresistible. Sure, the risks were high, but so were the potential rewards.

Keesh, ever the philosopher, saw merit in both paths. He understood the appeal of the entrepreneurial journey, with its trials and triumphs, its highs and lows. But he also recognized the value of community, of belonging to something greater than oneself. In his eyes, being a teacher was not just a job, but a calling—a chance to make a difference in the lives of others.

Golddigger, with his head in the clouds and dreams of grandeur, saw entrepreneurship as the ultimate adventure. To him, the world was a vast treasure trove waiting to be plundered, and he was determined to claim his share of the spoils. Failure was not an option; success was the only option.

And Buckeye, ever the voice of reason, reminded them of the realities of power within organizations. As CEO, one held immense sway over the fate of others, with the ability to lift them up or bring them crashing down. It was a weighty responsibility, one that required careful consideration and unwavering integrity.

As they reached the end of their run, their bodies weary but their spirits buoyed by their conversation, the five friends paused to catch their breath. In the quiet stillness of the morning, they shared a knowing smile, grateful for the bonds of friendship that united them and the endless possibilities that lay ahead. And as they turned to head home, their minds abuzz with thoughts of the future, they knew that whatever path they chose, they would face it together, each step of the way.

Pledge of Allegiance

YHC and Golddigger got some extra miles in afterward.

A straggling group of HIM showed up at various times to partake of the weekly beatdown at the Storm. This is what happened…

Disclaimer of sorts

Count off. 15 at this time.

Pledge of Allegiance

Warmup

Mosey to the knobs at the side entrance of the school to hear about the Thang.

Big 4 Corners – going counterclockwise around the school, 1st stop at the band trailer, 2nd at the back entrance, 3rd down near the buses and 4th at the small roundabout

1st Round – stack 10 Lunges (count right side only) 20 Jump Squats, 30 Monkey Humpers and 40 Squats – mosey back to the knobs, planking for the 6

2nd Round – stack 10 Big Boys, 20 Oblique Crunches each side, 30 Heels to Heaven and 40 Flutterkicks counting the right side only – Mosey back to the knobs and plank for the 6.

At this time YHC requested someone to recite the Mission of F3. See below

• The mission of F3 is to plant, grow and serve small workout groups for men, for the invigoration of male community leadership.

3rd Round – stack 10 Mike Tysons, 20 CDDs, 30 Dips and 40 Merkins – mosey back to the knobs and discuss the 5 Core Principles of F3. The mission was recited again, acurately this time.

We headed back to the start for COT. Tiger and Dr Seuss left early even though he said he wasn’t in a hurry. #HTSI Thanks for the opportunity to lead men!

Announcements – CSAUP Saturday 3am at Gashouse, Rice n Beans on 14th (see Pinto or Virus), 2nd F lunch, Extinction run, Young Life golf tourney on 13th, Memorial Day murph

Prayer Requests – Turtleman, Huck, Anchorman, Jackson Curti, CMPD & US Marshall families, Virus’ knee, Hot Corner’s M, Breaker’s friend

3 HIM posted to FRC. FYI, it doesn’t stand for Friday Run Club.

We ran. Then we finished. Until next week.

Announcements – CSAUP, Rice n Beans, 2nd F Lunch, Extinction run

Prayers- Turtleman, Jackson Curti