Author: Stagecoach

Okay, okay. So I failed as a Q and messed up during within the first 10 seconds of our Bulldog warmup, but I have a great excuse: it’s my first Q at a non-Ruck workout! My apologies, HIM; no more excuses.

Warmup: SSH, Imperial Walkers, Stretch

DJ Push Play (thanks Hunchback) kicked off the morning and the entire month of May with N’Sync’s “It’s Gonna Be May” and we were off to the races.

I borrowed/stole/shamelessly ripped off one of my favorite El Toro sets from a recent PainLab Q, but modified to fit in even more exercises.

Begin with 1 burpee, mosey to the cones and back. Do 2 Gravel Pickers, then 1 burpee, then mosey. Repeat down the list.

It’s been 2 weeks since the infamous “ruck to the rock at Burger King” event (memorialized below), but it didn’t seem right for Burger King to get all the glory…

So this morning 4 HIMs + YHC decided to share that glory with a ruck to another famous local establishment, the Waffle House.

We left our starting point of Pelican’s SnoBalls with gusto and excitement over what was to come. We started to lose sight of the finish line and began to question why we were on this 2.5 mile ruck, but at just the right moment we passed the Mr. Nobody tire shop with a bright scrolling storefront sign that reminded us: “We’re in this together!” Apparently nobody at Mr. Nobody knows how to change the words on the sign since it’s said that for almost 4 years now since COVID hit. But we were now energized and kept going.

We finally made it to the Waffle House, where 2 employees and 1 patron looked on in either delight or concern at the 5 men approaching the store with backpacks and red lights on at 5:50 am. They welcomed us with open arms where Hunchback treated himself and YHC to some very hot coffee (no ice cubes, unfortunately). I just remembered I still owe Hunchback $2.50 for that coffee–whoops.

We were now recharged and ready to about-face and head back to camp.

As we approached “home” Flintstone felt the need to tell us all that we were 15 seconds past time. My apologies, sir.

Through thick and thin, we will always have the Waffle House, and we shall never forget, we’re in this together.

NOTE: The AI image generator tried it’s best when I asked it to generate an image depicting our trip.

Announcements:

• PainLab Olympics this Saturday, don’t miss it
• Extinction run might be moving dates/times. TBD.

Disclaimer was given immediately: “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

An FNG is on the scene; better straighten up and act right.

After disclaimer, it was a cold and dark morning in Diablo Sammich-ville, yet 6 HIMs braved that brisk weather for a precise 2.50 mile ruck through the woods and down by (Martha’s) River.

We celebrated our FNG’s favorite restaurant, Bep-pa, with 10 Heel Raises to spice up the ruck just a tad.

We did an extra loop around Pelican Snoball’s at the end because we had 90 seconds remaining, and precision is key.

Welcome FNG, “RoboCop” (Scott O’Dell)!

Thanks for allowing me to lead, men. It was an honor.

YHC