Always 70 and Sunny
Always 70 and Sunny

Little L


Weather was predicted to be 40 degrees and wet. Thankfully for the PAX it was 70 degrees and sunny. 17 men took the Daily Red Pill and descended upon the AO in search of a beat down. This is the known unknown of what transpired that morning.

Mosey to the bright light beside Dogwood Dell for

COP #1 (Winter Olympics Edition)

  • Nancy Kerrigans
  • Apollo Onos
  • Bonnie Blairs

Mosey to circle near Ha’Penny Stage for

COP #2 (More Sports)

  • Michael Phelps
  • Nolan Ryan
  • Bobby Hurley

Stay there for Merkin Jacks (merkin/plank jack), and Captain Thors (WW2/American Hammer). 1/4 up to 5/20 and back down for each.

Mosey to Ha’Penny Stage and grab a coupon. Deliver coupon as ticket for the music from the Dogwood Dell Amphitheater.

The THANG #1 (Tabata)

Music and Tabata set up with 1 minute on, 20 second rest, and 10 rounds:

  • Curls
  • Weighted Squats
  • Derkins
  • Weighted WW2s
  • Squat Thrusters

Went through above exercises twice to get to 10 rounds.

The THANG #2 (Triple Check #1)

  • Partner 1 mosey up stairs, around traffic circle and back down
  • Partner 2 Weighted Sqauts
  • Partner 3 hold coupon in Cusak position

Mosey back to return coupons. Recovery planking ensued. Recover and head back to amphitheater for:

The THANG #3 (Triple Check part Deaux)

  • Partner 1 mosey up stairs, around traffic circle and back down
  • Partner 2 Donkey Kicks
  • Partner 3 Incline Merkins

Time called before all 3 rounds could be completed. BTTF.

Numbers, Names, Announcements (below), YHC took us out with a poem (also below).


This Q was to mark YHC’s 38th journey around the sun. A couple days ago YHC learned of the untimely passing of MF DOOM at the age of 49. This hit home as a reminder that there are no guarantees in life. Tomorrow is not promised and YHC must take advantage of his time left. Every day above ground is a blessing, and a good day. This poem really speaks to YHC about making the best possible use of the time we are given on this earth:

The Mower


The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found   
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,   
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.   
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world   
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence   
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind   
While there is still time.


About Author

F3RVA member since 9/26/19. Came to fIrst beatdown OYO, Q'd by Marmaduke. Welcomed by Hermes, Rosie, Honeymoon, Cerrano, Bullseye, Nancy Lopez, Lugnut, Punxsutawney. Proud to be part of the fine group of men that is F3RVA. Husband, Father, member of the community.

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