The fun never ends and the party never stops, so we get up another day and keep working.

So, I don’t know if you were aware or not but the night before this post was the WORLD FREAKING SERIES! Spoiler alert: The Cubs won and made baseball relevant again to the general public! And as exciting as that is, we lost a number to #worldserieshangover… It happens.

I pulled up to the AO and was joined by Royale, Bonsai, and Witch Hunt shortly thereafter. Then, off in the distance I see two men approaching us. I don’t recognize them, but it’s dark… Are they friends? Foes? Crossfit guys coming to tell us to get off of their turf? Could they be Cat Lady’s nephews coming to tell us to stop scaring the crap out of her in the morning when we run around the corner while she feeds cats out in back of the Chinese Restaurant? Yeah… unrelated note: remind me to NOT eat there…  Not the kind of Pu-Pu Platter you’re looking for… I promise.
Aaaaaaaaannnnnddd ADHD release in 3…2…1… So anyway, they were FNGs! EHed by a dude who came out for the first time last week! This whole “having a YMCA at the end of the strip mall and working out in front of the folks walking in” thing is gonna work out well, I think. REALLY tough to give the “I can’t get up that early” excuse if we are watching you walk into the gym at 0500… Just saying…

Well, with two FNGs, we gave a quick review of the core principles and very thorough disclaimer and moseyed off for a lap around the strip mall.

Circle up down at the YMCA end of the lot for:
Windmills x 15
IW x 15
SSH x 30
Merkins x 10
Mountain Climbers x 20
Moroccan Nightclubs x 20
Squats x 15

Mosey to the front of the Y and then burpee broad jump down to the Bowl ‘n’ Bounce (about halfway) and jog it to the end. Then we took a lap on the loop through the neighborhood behind the AO (about 1/2 mile).
From here it gets a little fuzzy because I was making it up. The original plan was to burpee broad jump the entire front of the strip mall, then take the 1/2 mile lap around and repeato until we ran out of time. That was possibly going to be the most terrible idea I may have ever had. I think that I was glad that two FNGs showed up so I had to modify… At any rate, I’ll do my best to remember and I’ll let the Pax correct me in the comments…
I think next we bear crawled halfway down the front and jogged it out. Then I remember something about crab walking and Witch Hunt doing break-dance burpees… Pretty sure he plans on doing these at the Christmas Party.
Then we went to the very end and ran the front of the mall under the overhang. One man after another ran to the low wall, jumped up and then broad jumped to the middle. That was awful. Let’s do it again!
Jog it back to the end and then repeat. Then jog it back for Partner Carries. New guys must be initiated… I have no idea what is wrong with me. I’m going to stop doing those. I’m tired of catching crap about it all the time. Just kidding, I don’t care at all. We’re going to keep doing them. Because they are really difficult. And an F3 workout is supposed to be a little difficult.
After the carries, it was time for some wall work.
I call it “Pink Floyd”:
Wall sit for a 30 count
BTTW for a 30 count then
Descending Testicles (1 merkin vertical, then 2 at 45 degrees, and 3 with feet at about 12 inches up the wall)
Repeat 3 x.

Enough is enough after that scatter brained Q, let’s go back to the cars, do 30 flutters and call it done, name some FNGs, and go home.

NMM:
I’m coming up on two years of this foolishness. I know I’m not alone in this sentiment, but it is almost laughable how much happier/better I am as a man than I was two years ago. I remember one Saturday, Dredd had come down to work out with us in Indian Land and we were doing the Gladiator Games. We happened to be standing next to each other at one point and I just felt to lean over and say thanks to him for doing all this and bringing this to us. Then he hit me with something that changed my thoughts and feelings. He said, “This isn’t mine, brother. I didn’t do this. I couldn’t come up with all this stuff and make all these things happen. This is yours.” F3 doesn’t “belong” to anyone. If Dredd won’t take credit, then no one can. Therefore, if it’s not ours, then we must GIVE IT AWAY. It belongs to everyone, so we must find all the everyones that there are and get them to free themselves.

Helmet, out. Aye!