F3 Knoxville

Trivia Night

After being properly motivated, we did some Stretchies and we vowed to trust the (Junk) Science. Everybody got 10 years of invincibility; you’re welcome. PAX was quiet, so we did some Shoulder Blasters because that always gets people complaining.

Trivia Night at F3 commenced. If you or your partner got a correct answer, you were both exempted from burpees before the next exercise. Some guys know sports, some guys know art and literature, some guys know history. Some guys (looking at you, Lulu) just start doing burpees.

We hit the Cloud for some Descending Box Baby Box Rows, then traveled to the Caribbean for juuust a hint of a Sutherland Seabiscuit. Just a skosh. The faintest whiff.

Speaking of Seabiscuit, Convoy and Swimmies are like two thoroughbreds among a bunch old mares on their way to the glue factory. They beat us to Cardiac, where we only had time for one and a half Crawdad Comebacks.

Two things about your Q: 1) he is not going to make you do knee-based air presses on asphalt, and 2) time management may not be his strong suit. So we couldn’t complete a full round of the Dark Webb, and it was all Q’s fault. But as Donald Rumsfeld said, “You go to F3 with the Q you have, not with the Q you wish you had.”

MARY:
Lebowski pointed out another ill effect of Q’s poor clock management, which is that we didn’t go by the ATM and none of us has cash for the weekend.

Sincere gratitude to all F3 men for leading and participating in workouts. I wouldn’t do anything if it wasn’t for you all.

Philippians 4:10-13.

World Wide Webb

THE SCENE: Shorts Weather and Mitten Conditions
WARM-O-RAMA:

SSH, Stretchies, Tie Fighters. I would have taken us all the way but I knew we needed unblasted shoulders.
THE WORLD WIDE WEBB:
Jack Webb + lap

The Pop-up Ad (Jump Squat/2-ct Iron Mike) +2 laps

The Cryptobubble (Dip/2-ct Aw Yeah) + lap

The Compuserve (Table Row + Bicycle) + AO/Baby Everest lap

The Dark Webb (Burpee/SSH)

The Dark Webb turns out to be pretty dark and the Q was toast. Crab Legs is made of sterner stuff so he led us in a Bicep Burnout. Mall Walkers halfheartedly joined us for Tempo Squats. The addition of Gibbler turned the mumblechatter into a mumbleroar, as predicted.

CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
Dads, yours and your kids’

ANNOUNCEMENTS:
¡ASYLUM CSAUP THIS SATURDAY!

A yellow jacket is predatory social wasp of the genera Vespula and Dolichovespula

Four hours and seventeen minutes ago our F3 brothers brought forth upon this county park, a Saturday Q, conceived on an index card the previous night, and dedicated to the proposition that sweating ourselves down to a lower weight class is not just for high school wrestlers.

We became engaged in a great natural war, testing whether that Saturday pax, or any pax that goes to Area 51 by the back way can long endure. We were met on a great battle-field of that war. I have come to dedicate a portion of this backblast, as a final resting place for those who there gave their lower calves, and their miserable waspy stingers, that that pax might continue on to meet Jack Webb. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But in a larger sense, we can not kill all the wasps – we can not drink enough diphenhydramine – we can not send Abcess out there with a can of RAID like we did at the Space Ship.  The brave men and wasps, and their stingers and calves who struggled there, have consecrated it, far beyond our poor power to add or detract. Google will little note, nor long direct internet traffic to what we say here, but Scoreboard will probably never forget the new words he heard yelled by Pele. It is for us the sore and sweaty, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought there have thus far so nobly advanced. From these honored wasps and calves we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion – that we here highly resolve that this pax, under Lilydipper, shall drink a bunch of Benadryl. And that Saturday Nap of the pax, by the pax, and for the pax, shall happen this afternoon.

 

The Crown

THE SCENE: The 4th of July is over and great as our country is, we might be a little self absorbed and could stand to consider somebody else’s homeland for a minute. 
WARM-O-RAMA:

Fish & Chips x25 IC

Camilla Parker-Bowles x10

The Bollocks (everybody is good for ten more years, Science promises!)

The Picadilly

THA-THANG:
Harry Kane on baseline. Kyle Walker to the other side. Bear crawl to pick a rock.

The Denmark, which I forgot in the warmup.

Round the circle AMRAP laps. Many authentic and respectful English excercises, including the Wanker, the Tosser, and some others that I don’t remember.

Up mini cardiac for another Denmark,

15-10-5: Dips, HR Merkins, LBCs, Flutters, Al Gore until 6, all on our way down Cardiac.

Coolio guided us to safety, and Crab Legs stretched us out to end things.

CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
The big praise was that QVC showed up today
MOLESKIN:
Followers of Jesus, as a whole in this country, may not be recognized as being “peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy” (to quote the apostle James). Surely it’s our responsibility in the public square and on twitter as much as it is in our personal relationships.

Saturday Morning BOGO

Clear, cool, and Qless was the forecast Friday afternoon. In a perfect world, that Q would have belonged to Lilydipper, but an uncooperative hip has other ideas. Crawdad won’t stand for an open Saturday Q. He made some decisions. He placed some calls. Continue reading if you’d like the details, but the summary is that it takes two men to do what one Lily does.
WARM-O-RAMA:

We took em to 100. Tie Fighters, The Junk Science, some stretching, and 10 burpees for Snitch, who I’ve never seen come in late, ever, so he must have had some serious business to do this morning. I didn’t ask but I’m betting Cheet Sheet was similarly relieved when he arrived.
THA-THANG:
The first part of this BOGO was to discover that our Non Privately Owned Naturally Occurring Mineral Formations (NOPO-NOMIFs) were just laying there beneath the trees, as nature presumably left them. Partner AMRAPs as some stragglers caught up, curls, presses, rows, more curls. All I know is that a lot of you have way more reps in you than I do.

Catch Me If You Can w/5 burpees up baby Everest and down the Dragon. Deposit the NOPOs and begin the second part of the BOGO.

We built pyramids on the Cloud, with Crawdad bringing out his famous Louisiana Whistle. Box Jumps, Irkins, Dips, Derkins, Merkins. Unless you cut your reps, your arms were jelly.

Recovering on our feet, we made our way to the dustbowl and some Doras. 200 reps and then another 100 of whatever you wanted.

Back to AO for Mary AND a visit to the ATM.

Welcome Scott W, Billy Goat!

CIRCLE OF TRUST/BOM:
Your F3 friends are a deep and wide pool of help and challenge. You’d be nuts not to lean on them when you need to. It would be a waste to not be challenged by them. You’d be foolish not to step in and try to lead.