F3 Greenwood

A trash truck and a breeze…not a pretty combo

Beautiful clear and crisp morning. 63*, felt good. YHC was pleasantly surprised (though i did put a little pre-evening pressure on them) to see a couple guys who are not Fury regulars, though they certainly could be…Round Up and Kobayashi.

True to my word, we did no running other than the mosey over to the workout area. Here’s what ensued:

Disclaimer

A quick 20 SSH IC and then

30 Monkey Humpers followed by

10 DIPS

     10 Man-Makers

     10 Pull-ups

30 Jungle Boi Squats followed by

20 Merkins

      20 Overhead Press

      20 Kettle Bell Swings

30 Bonnie Blair’s followed by

30 Butterflies

      30 Curls

      30 Rows

RINSE & REPEAT 3x

I knew there would be one or more studs who would finish this in the allotted time with minutes left over. I was right, Sour and Meter Maid…5 or 6 minutes to go. So, I had written on the Weinke at the bottom:

50 American Hammers

100 Block Bench Presses

25 American Hammers

50 Block Bench Presses

They, alone, did them all. Good work fellas! YHC got 50 Presses in.

Count-a-rama

Name-a-rama

BOM–Prayer

Enjoyed it fellas,

Duggar

NMM

  • We all agreed this workout would have SUCKED had we not had the speaker-amplified music going. The music is a nice touch.
  • YHC was strugglin. No other way to describe it. I think it had something to do with the night before. Mine and Kobayashi’s wives were at our girl’s cross country meet so he came over for dinner. Got way too late, ate too much, and had a couple beers too boot. Just not a good combo for an early morning sweat-fest.
  • About halfway through the workout the usual sound of the “big green truck” comes rolling in. Not unusual at all…the trash truck. Most mornings it’s really not even noticeable. NOT this morning. Dear Lawd! Somebody shoot me. I don’t know if the man had picked up Lander’s party leftovers from the weekend and just decided not to dump it so it festered until becoming extremely toxic or what! But it was awful. And the nice breeze that was blowing, sent the smell forcibly into our innocent nostrils straight to the brain. I think we all almost puked. We most definitely all lost our breaths.
  • Spud was quiet. But worked his tail off.