Wirenut was indirectly responsible for my Q this am. I sent a message on Slack asking the site Q Maybeline if the Q was open at Labyrinth. Wirenut responded that I should just “go gangsta” and take it so that’s what I told that bitch Maybeline. Labarimf was all mine.
I started 30 seconds early to ‘splain how this Q sichyation came about, but Flintstone was not interested. He sat down on the ground, stretched out like he was about to take a nap or get some sun on the beach, and basically said he was tired of waiting on me. Damn. Game on. We hit the pledge, had a brief disclaimer, then warmup with some SSH, “almost” squats (thanks for the pointers on squats Ballsack), then instructions were given: mosey your stank ass down towards Gastone’s Hill and hit 5 SSH at each light. Strogi tried to scoot around the first light by going thru the parking lot but it was poor planning because he still had to hit the light. We got to the bottom of Gastone’s hill and out came the plan: Suicide run up Gastone’s hill. Go to first mailbox on right, drop and do 10 Merkins, then back to start. Repeat to second mailbox on right, 10 Merkins, back to start, continue all the way up to the top of the cul de sac (total of 17 mailboxes) then we would figure things out depending on the time. Everybody worked their butt off. Ballsack worked especially hard-his back has been an issue when he is running but he can still do a lot of other exercises so he was our marker and slowly made his way up the hill doing a crap-ton of exercises at each mailbox until we all got to the top. We still had some time so we did a short mosey part of the way down to pick up the six, back to the top, then mosey back to the bottom. We had less than 15 minutes at this point so we moseyed back home stopping for more SSH at every other light and pulled in right on time for COT.
Our official mileage from Flintstone was 7.3 miles. He’s the first F Q and what he says is gospel as far as I am concerned. 7.3 miles. Period. End of story.
Strogi called me an asshole twice (that I heard).
JJ was smiling the entire time-dude just clocked a few more miles towards his yearly goal of 1,000,00 miles.
Winehouse, as usual, put in some hard work and had no complaints.
‘dat Bitch Maybeline pushed the rock with Defib and they set the pace for the group.
Ballsack probably did half a million burpees and Merkins.
Hunchback and Clutch grinded it out like pros.
I know this is going to come as a surprise to almost all of you: I have had a bit of sandy V about running. Don’t try to argue with me about this, I know it is true. I would say that is “as of late” but that is also not true. I can’t recall how many times I have said I don’t like running in the last few years. Let’s just say it’s been more than a few. I can remember complaining about running to Monk before he moved to DC (some of you don’t even know Monk he’s been gone so long). The good thing about F3 is you can always start again fresh any time you want. There are guys that like to do just about anything and they are willing to push you and hold you accountable and complain along with you while they push the rock with you. If you are lucky enough to have a good shield lock, this process gets automatic even without trying. When I complain about running, I get “the look” from at least 1 of them and I know I need to HTFU. This running sandy V for me sank in this week after not exercising much for the holiday week so I ran the half pipe with Strogi, JJ, and Roscoe yesterday then did this Labarimf thing today. I knew it was gonna suck balls. I also knew I would be better for it and have some great guys come along and push me, even if it was just to call me an asshole or push me to run a little harder to keep up. On top of all this, I sometimes think about what it would be like to NOT be able to run??? Would I drive across town, at dark-thirty in the morning, so I could walk up a hill busting my butt doing burpees, merkins, mountain climbers, SSH, and a crap-ton of other exercises just to be out there with the guys??? (that is what Mr. Ballsack did this am). How about if I couldn’t do THOSE exercises OR RUN??? Think about that for a few minutes
This reminds me of that saying “It’s not the years in your life that matter, it’s the life in your years.” Make each day count. You’ve got a great opportunity to get up and be “that guy” that you know you should be. Don’t waste it. You can never get the day back.
Whoopee
ps: I’d like to thank that bitch Maybeline for letting me Q this am.