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Now that my hands have thawed

Pretty sure this was the alpharetta PAX coldest post since it’s inception. A nice 24 degrees with fortunately no wind. 10 PAX in all today. The PAX are back from the Christmas breaks like school kids. Though our teachers in the group (Nacho and Hot Sauce) felt that ‘es muy …

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The Cold Returns

Winter is back indeed as the Rubicon was waiting for us with a 32 degree morning.  The group was sad to see a no-show by Darth Visor and so he has hereby forfeited his right to trash talk Boomer!  8 of us were ready to get after it this morning …

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Get ready for #TheAssault!

At F3 Greenwood’s first ever Christmas party, YHC was struck with a really weird idea: What if we get like eight guys to Q a workout and give them 30 minutes each? After asking around, it was clear we had enough guys interested. “That sounds completely stupid,” Meatloaf said. “And …

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‘One Word’

Is there a worse feeling than waking to see your alarm has failed you, and you are 15 minutes late to the beatdown when you have the Q? Accountability among this group is such that YHC would rather miss an important meeting at work than to show late to the …

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Post Christmas Pain Stations

7 pax shook off their holiday indulgences to come and get stronger. Since no one else wanted to Q, YHC took over and tried to come up with a horrible spontaneous beatdown. Here is what went down. Warmup: SSH Cotton Picker Imperial Walkers Squats The Thang: Mosey to the field …

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Rockin’ Around the Rubicon…

…at the F3 party hop! It was a glorious morning in the Rube as 11 PAX came together to celebrate what felt like Christmas on the islands.  You could get that sentimental feeling as you heard, voices singing “midwife sounds; deck the halls with accelerating men.” Strangely enough, there were only …

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’twas the week before Christmas

the PAX gathered, the Saturday before Christmas, for a beatdown. The weather was crisp as the frost lay on the ground, the stars bright and clear, and these men got to work. This is a record of what went down that morning. Mosey to parking lot field SSHx20 EW x 15 …

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