I forgot how fun it is to Q gear workouts. I haven’t actually participated in a gear workout in (checks notes) a long time. I was excited to have 3D’s invitation, but it took a few tries to get a date that would actually work. I mean, it’s east of the Peach Stand. Foreign territory. Almost its own region. I’ve never even seen the high school where this AO is located…
So when the date came, I found a sitter for Pantheon, loaded up the car, and started on the long journey to the Snake Pit.
the gloom
I needed time for setup so I arrived at 0500 with a list of bad ideas, my just under 100lb sandbag, and sidewalk chalk my 2.0’s probably won’t know is missing.
U Haul was already in the parking lot. I could tell because when I got within ten yards of his car I suddenly felt a waive of acrimoniousness wash over me. (I kid, I kid… mostly). He was leaning on his trunk, or tailgate or whatever the heck you call the back of an SUV, listening to music that I imagine is generally best-suited for a night of Aldi wine, a can of nacho cheese, a bathtub, and 90’s teen drama on Netflix.
Really, though, it would do any PAX good to spend a few minutes in conversation with U Haul. He’ll help you understand what it’s like in a world without diplomacy, and you’ll be thankful for it. Especially if you don’t agree with him.
So anyways, I threw my sandbag on my back and hauled it over to the other part of the parking lot and started writing down all the bad ideas.
Upon my return to the flag area, U Haul was still busting out tunes that reminded me of all the times in high school all the kids I knew thought that Nickleback, The Verve Pipe and Green Day were writing music specifically for their sooouuuuul.
Lots of other PAX showed up and we found that there was an FNG in our midst. After a quick review of the five core principals and a disclaimer, the Bootcampers ran off with Sugar Daddy and…
warmup
A quick mosey around the parking lot by CoT, which was cut short by Tesh arriving a few minutes late and driving responsibly and predictably through my intended path. We also spotted one of those Jeep things pull in, which ended up being Pudge who ran laps solo without showing up to CoT. You do you, Pudge.
the thang
Pick up the bells and head to the other side of the parking lot where I have 8 parking spaces with fun activities. But there are 11 of us, and so we wrote down two extras. Do I remember the order? No. I do not, but they were:
- Bag Carry
- Farmer Carry
- Swings
- Curls
- Upright Row
- Bent over row
- Chest Press
- Swings (yes, a second swings slot, because they’re awesome)
- Goblet Squat
- Tricep Extensions
- Wood choppers (some people called them hay bailers)
The carry slot had the sandbag, Henry**, in it. I’d known that not a lot of people would be all that keen on lifting this beast up on their back to carry it around the parking lot, so I figured whomever was next to the bag could assist in loading the carrier, or could simply do a shared carry (also a beast of task, considering how shifty the weight is in that bag). We had more people than I was expecting, and it was odd, so I made the call to just have one PAX carry the bag, and the other farmer carry the bells. Or they can co-carry. So long as every PAX carried twice.
After the instructions were explained, I started playing some music that I knew full well only I really liked. But after years of hearing music I don’t like, I figure now we’re even. For the record, I don’t even remember which playlist it was that I was on… but it was probably something called “Shuffle Syndrom” from Spotify. Or similar.
After a full rotation we dropped the weight and lined up by the sidewalk for two sets of suicides.
Suicides were simple enough. Three stopping points. At the end of each run, drop for 5 merkins and run back to start (no merkins at the start). Here I changed up the music to Project 86 to fit the mood for running. The second suicide traded pushups for squats.
We had about 5 minutes left, and I took the now somewhat winded PAX back over to the weights where we did 30s sessions with 10s breaks until time. (with the carry subbed out for deadlift of the bells or bag, whichever you prefer).
**The bag is named Henry because you’re supposed to name them, and I used to work for this dude who was an absolute slave driver, but without that job I’d never be where I am today.
COT
Took roll call and had our FNG hang out in the middle to talk about himself. Being from Albequreckey(?)… I’m sure you can spell it if you live there, people had a lot of fun finding things unique to the state and we settled on “Tumbleweed”… before the really bad stuff came out.
Lots of announcements and things to do coming up and some prayers offered up.
NMM
First off, I’m thankful to have been able to get out of bed (very early) in order to Q this morning so far away from home, so thanks 3D for making time for me to Q.
Today I learned that there are different rules east of the Peach Stand. For instance, when a TWSS was dropped people were genuinely surprised at the 5 burpee penalty/reward. Also, you can’t use big words like “caprices”.
And, now, I’ve never spent any time in an Ambercroby and Finch before, but I have walked by it, so when one of the PAX commented on the music that he felt like he was shopping there, I thought, “yeah, I look like those models. I get why you said that” (cannot recall which PAX said this, but I’m certain that’s what they were thinking).
If you plan to make people farmer carry someone else’s bell, make sure you’re going to be carrying Tesh’s bell. Which I did… by chance. But I don’t mind appearing magnanimous. I mean, “nice”.
SYITG
