Eighteen stout-hearted men, including one FNG, arrived early in the gloom to see what Sabotage, YHC, had to offer for his VQ. Despite arriving ridiculously early to check out the AO after last night’s downpour, YHC pulls into the parking area to see Big Blue staring him in the face. Made a mental note- to be the first PAX on the scene for WDog, you might as well arrive the night before and sleep in your car. After waking the PAX up by playing the Beastie Boys’ “Sabotage” (don’t hate just because you don’t have your own theme song), here’s how it went down:
COP- SSH x 20, DQ x 15, Arm Circles x 10, Merkins x 10, LBCs x 20. Mosey to Rusty Cage.
Rusty Cage- Partner up for 4 set of 8 pullups and 4 sets of 8 dips.
Mosey to large field- Bear Crawl ¼ of the way, 20 Monkey Humpers, Crab walk to ½ way, 20 Copperhead Squats, Bear Crawl to ¾ mark, 20 Monkey Humpers, Crab walk to the end, 20 Copperhead Squats. Plank when done.
Mosey to field between amphitheater and parking area- 25 yard sprint, 50 yard sprint, 75 yard sprint, 100 yard sprint, 20 merkins, 20 LBCs, 100 yard sprint.
Mosey back to flag- 20 Freddie Mercury, 20 American Hammers, 20 4-count 6 inch leg raises, Ring of Fire with 10 pushups each.
YHC took us out.
Being somewhat new to the scene, YHC wanted to give everyone a taste of where most of his adult life was spent, New York City. The first stop was Manhattan, and because people in Manhattan work soul sucking jobs for 80 hours a week and drink themselves to sleep each night, the COP is all the F3 workout they’d be able to do. Brooklyn came next and we headed for the Rusty Cage. There’s a saying- “Brooklyn, only the strong survive.” The PAX may have survived the punishment of the rusty cage, but what was difficult for YHC to survive was listening to people from the south making their attempts at Brooklyn accents.
We headed to the large field for The Bronx with plenty of animal named exercises in honor of The Bronx Zoo. YHC might have bit off more than he could chew, and that field seemed to magically grow in length the longer one crab walked on it. There was a lot of fun NYC mumblechatter, and YHC heard everything from Fuggedaboutit to Joey Chestnut, the reigning Hot Dog eating champion, to whether or not Harlem is a neighborhood or a borough.
Staten Island came next, and we practiced what it would be like to run from the mob. There were plenty of sprints, and mumblechatter ceased to a grinding halt. The last stop was Queens, and the PAX persevered and ended the workout with plenty of Mary and a Circle of Fire.
Welcome FNG, Cold Feet! Sorry you didn’t like my sermon, Lab Rat. Enjoyed reminiscing at the end about the thrill of opening a new pack of baseball cards, hauling huge tvs to each other’s houses to play Halo circa 2001, and greatly enjoyed Loose Goose doing an excellent demonstration of Tony Pena’s catcher stance. Thanks for all the encouragement regarding the VQ! YHC is grateful for you all.