The title of this beatdown was inspired by the volleyball battle on Saturday. At one point, our team was down 10-4 (playing to 11), when YHC took his turn serving. Six unanswered points tied the game. They said I was serving some ‘nasty poo’. While we did tie the game, we were unsuccessful in our bid for victory. I’m not bitter.
We started with a mosey to loosen up the legs and get the blood pumping. Back to where the flag should have been planted for some warm up: SSH, Abe Vigoda (old man windmill), forward arm circles, backward arm circles, overhead claps. Mosey to the old Hurricane’s location for some merkins, LBCs, and Freddie Mercurys. Mosey to the soccer field for The Thang.
Four corners: Bobby Hurleys (jump squats), bear crawl to the next station for Big Boy Sit ups, Bernie Sanders to third corner for merkins, and mosey to the fourth for monkey humpers – Al Gore while waiting for the six.
5 (together, in cadence)
Since we still had some time to kill, YHC demonstrated a new exercise to the PAX: No Surrender. With hands interlocked behind your head, you move from a standing position to a kneeling position, down on one knee, then the other. Then stand back up (1). We did 11s starting with 10 No Surrenders and 1 Thor’s Hammer. Unfortunately, time did not allow us to finish, much to the Pax’s chagrin. We moseyed back to Hurricanes for some lunges.
Lining up in the parking lot, we alternated between merkins and LBCs (and throw in some burpees for good measure) as we ran back to the flag. Finished with a couple of minutes of Mary.
Name-o-rama: We welcomed Michael, a rabbi, who lucked out because his favorite wrestler is Andre the Giant. Naturally, he didn’t want to be unemployed, in Greenland, so we named him Fezzik.
Prayer requests – friends battling addiction, sickness, cancer treatments, and unspoken requests, too.
About 15 years ago, when YHC was a spry 31 year old, I attended a men’s retreat with my church. During free time on that Saturday, we played two hours of touch football. I couldn’t move the next morning! Fast forward 15 years to this past Saturday. Two hours of pool volleyball (and some awesome barbecue), but no soreness on Sunday. I owe that to F3, and the guys who push me 3 or 4 times a week to do my best. I’m very thankful for each and every one of you.