First let me start with this. Thank you F3RVA men! Nearly three years ago Gypsy showed up at my house asking me if I wanted to wake up at 5am and join him for a workout…um…not really. Persistent as he was, and because he was family, I humored him. Doozy had the Q and next thing I know, I am bear crawling all over Timberwolf with no gloves on…never again I thought…but I did. I came back. Because I needed it. I was the sad clown the book talks about and had no idea. Today, and because of you all, I stand stronger, more confident, and proud to have put in the 15 degree days in the snow, and 90 degree mornings with 100% humidity. Though it was ALWAYS 70 and Sunny in my mind. I am proud to have taken the beating AND having laid the smack down. I am proud to have taken the brunt of your shaming of my Traffic cone of a kettlebell, and even happier to have left it at McGruff’s Mom’s house. Even happy to have laughed at Wilson discussing Michelle Obama’s sexual orientation and conspiracy theories. I won’t forget being the Chubby Hubby and watching the Alamo unfold, and taking part in an amazing SOJ transformation. To all of this, THANK YOU men, what a ride it has been. You mean the world to me and you all will be missed. Today was my last here in RVA (at least as a resident, I will visit and post again). Today was my last Q leading you men, but you all will be coming with me through the experiences. It’s not farewell, it’s God Speed. For today…here is what went down at my last stand!
15 Men came out to join me one last time on the field of battle….
Warmarama –
Mosey to the top of Satan’s Hill and back down to the flag, circle up. SSH, DQ, Jazzercise, Imp Walkers, Cherry Pickers, DM Hang L/R, Arm Circles big and small, Merkins, LBC, Flutter Kicks, Hello Dolly, Rosalita, Misc stretching, and we were off.
Plan was to have just an old school SH beat down the way I started. And that is just what we did. Mosey back to the top of the hill.
COP1 –
Dora. Runner to the end of the side street. 100 Merkins, 200 LBC, 300 Carolina Dry Docks. Mosey back to the end of the street and hang a left. Run down the long stretch and hang another left. Stop at the intersection.
COP2 –
Triple Check. P1 Runs down to the end of the road to the cul de sac at the bottom of the hill (this changed twice due to the distance and time). P2 Squats, P3 WW2. Mosey back down the long stretch of road to home base.
COP 3-
Grab a Coupon from the Rock pile. Runner calls out an exercise and runs to the end of the parking lot and back. Each time there is a new runner, the PAX rotates to the left to enjoy a new Coupon…nobody getting off easy. Exercises were – Curls, Skull Crushers, Rock Copters, Chest Press, Shoulder press, etc. There were a lot more, I don’t remember them all but probably double the amount.
2 minutes left…drop the coupon and circle up at the flag. ABCs with your legs, and spell out the following…I. W.I.L.L. M.I.S.S. Y.O.U. P.A.X.
Time….
Announcements –
Grow Ruck, and a lot of really kind things were said. Some debauchery, but mostly really kind things. YHC had to fight back some emotion, so Hermey took us out. Thanks again gents. Love you all!
Iron Sharpens Iron
-Vagabond
