#Rooster back-blast 01.30.18. What the hell just happened? #F3Louisville #F3Nation

I need to get the specifics out of the way so that I can process the insanity that happened on Cherrywood Avenue this morning.

Q: Old Bay

PAX: 33. Wedding singer, Vincent (R), Mayberry, Pepto (FNG), ExLax, Goodman, Digiorno, Trump, Little Jerry (R), OJ, Abacus, Stormtrooper, Kilo, BackDraft, Wham-O, Wham!, Methane, Geppetto, Wimpy, PK, Double Down (R), Ice Man (R), Mouth, Face, Deuce, Zartan, Tiger, Captain Insane-O, Grinder, Loco, Tron, Zima, Old Bay

Conditions: Beautiful, 19*, clear, no wind.

Zoolander Gear check: Costco top and bottom base layer, Blue Adidas pants, Patagonia half-zip, Patagonia jacket, Costco balaclava, C9 mittens, wool socks, Asics Cumulus gels.

I’m fortunate to have the opportunity to coach multiple sports for my kids, and anyone that knows me knows that I always come prepared.  I’ve been tinkering with my plan for game day, as well as my pre-game speech for a week.  I don’t get nervous, I simply desire to be effective…so after final preparations, I rolled up to the Mutt, Ghost/American Flag flying out my rear windows, blasting some AudioSlave to get pumped.

The first thing I see upon arrival is some sort of futuristic space car.  Is that….could it be…is that Little Jerry and his Poshy Posse?  Sure as shit it was!  I basically dared someone to come get the Ghost flag last night, so I was glad these dudes showed up despite the non-Poshy terrain at the Mutt.  Then more and more HIMs rolled in, and there was some good chatter to get us ready.  We learned that there is a strain of weed available in Kilo’s neighborhood that makes you wanna shoot someone in the face.  Now I know why the mean streets of St. Matthews don’t scare him.

My pre-game speech started by stating my wife is cancer free (3 years this week).  I know not everyone can say that, so instead of always looking over my shoulder, I’m trying to get better at enjoying each day more fully.  This group is helping me with that.  I also asked the PAX to think of one person in their lives that is struggling with something, and think of a way to help them out.  Let’s start with bustin’ this WO for that person.  Follow me to grab a coupon…

COP: 10 grass grabbers, 10 Al Gore’s with Trump claps, 10 Moroccan Night Clubs, 10 Surfees (A crowd pleaser – burpee, jump, clap, and land in a surfing position until I call down).   Rinse and repeat.

Now it’s time to do stupid things.  I tell everyone to look down at their coupon.  I reiterate the Rifleman’s creed, inserting coupon for rifle, and I challenge the PAX to not let their coupon touch the ground for the duration of the workout.  I interpreted the groans as “Yes OB, what a terrific idea”.

Stupid Thang 1:  What else?  Coupon Indian Mosey around the neighborhood.  2 lines of PAX.  Fast walk, the 6 runs/shuffles/saunters to front, and calls go.  Leland to StM to Brookfield and back to the Mutt.  Just under 1 mile.

Stupid Thang 2: Partner up by the Portico for parking lot circuit work, 4 minutes per.

• P1 curls, P2 fast walk with coupon overhead; 10 squats; return; switch.
• P1 bench press, P2 slow twisting walk with coupon; 10 thrusters; return; switch.
• P1 clean and jerk, P2 fast walk across; 10 fast feet up on the curb, return, switch.
• In the middle of the 1st circuit, a band of 11 Merry Gentlemen from the O come yogging through the parking lot, smiling big and looking fresh as daisies.  Pretty sure the Posh guys said some NSFP (not safe for Posh) things.  I personally teared up a bit as I remembered the Ghost flag shenanigans from last summer.  Someone post a link to that backblast. https://f3louisville.com/2017/08/31/ghost-flag-recap/ https://f3louisville.com/2017/08/31/the-ghost-flags-wild-ride-2ndf-morethanaworkout-of3louisville-themuttf/  https://f3louisville.com/2017/08/31/the-irony-is-thick-and-greasy-today/  https://f3louisville.com/2017/08/31/the-heist-from-%E2%AD%90%EF%B8%8F%F0%9F%91%B6-perspective/  Laughing, but mildly frustrated, some assumed the O Boys would grab the flag and leave us like a bad blind date at the Air Devil’s Inn.  Nope, they came back with coupons and jumped in the fire.  Love it!  I had to remind PAX of the “Don’t let your coupon touch the ground” rule a few times.  I didn’t have to remind any Mutts, just sayin’.

Stupid Thang 3:  Totally running out of time.  Mosey over to MPB.  Pick a new partner.

• P1 on your 6, block extended, straight leg lifts.  P2 mosey down ramp, behind MPB, up steps to relieve P1.  5 minutes of this nonsense, then YHC mercifully called time.  I apologize we didn’t get to step ups, get ups, and coupon Davinci’s.  Next time, I promise.

COR, NOR.  Our FNG is a marketing guy for the auto industry.  After us old F**ks realized he was too young to remember Joe Isuzu, the PAX settled on Pepto.  He and ExLax are required to hold hands at all future WOs.  Big ups to Pepto for sure…he showed up this morning at the O and thought he was just gonna go for a light yog.  The 6 was Goodman, and I forgot to ask the origin of his name.  Announcements were shared: buy a Super Bowl square from Geppetto, details on Slack.  Intentions were shared, and I took us out with some words to try harder and be better.  We are all struggling with something, and as men we are terrible at admitting it.  STRONGER TOGETHER.

Love you boys.  Love this silly thing we do.  Love the opportunity to lead, hopefully it was a worthy beatdown.  All 3 AOs coming together this morning is what this thang is all about.  Go get it done today.

 

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