The upper field at Fletcher Park has seen some bit of stuff…Broughton Marching Band practice…some level of Sartorio brother soccer activities…pre-class smoking cigarettes and other unsanctioned exercises by countless generations…lost rockets in the tree line…a visit by a marginally good boys soccer team from Hull England in 1995 hosted by a marginally bad challenge soccer team from Raleigh, whereupon said English soccer team got to say “Good Morning Carolina” on the television via satellite signal. It was big news in 1995. This was pre internet. .and all the while the sod itself has endured (sort of)…if by endure we mean morphing into a hard pack resembling the fairgrounds in late October, lacking only the pressed cigarette butts and the carnies who can’t go to Texas but won’t say why.
Not this morning. A lush layer of freshly laid sod welcomed 13 iron horses for the first installment of this week’s Five Points Triple back where it all begin at the Showboat Granddaddy of F3 Raleigh Weekday fitness events.
Disclaimer: Getting hurt is not in the cards. Be careful.
The thang
Yog to the upper field
Standard warm up activities (including KDKs, Imperial Walkers, Side Straddle Hops, Windmills)
On the line…50 yd sprint with rolling start (repeato X6)
Mericans/Dry Docks/Sumo Squat Jumps/Lunge Walks
Carolina Secondary…10 yd back pedal…turn and burn (repeato X4)
Mericans/Dry Docks/Sumo Squat Jumps/Lunge Walks/Balls to Wall/AOCrunches-ish
50 yd sprint cold start, jog down (repeato X2 ish)
Mericans/Dry Docks/Sumo Squat Jumps/Lunge Walks/Balls to Wall
Carolina Secondary…10 yd back pedal…with the burpee..turn and burn (repeato X4)
Mericans/Dry Docks/Sumo Squat Jumps/Lunge Walks/Balls to Wall
50 yd complex suicides in the dark (10 yards Fwd/ 5 yards back)
Yog back to launch
Bonus round of WW2 situps/dollies/rosalitas/mericans/dry docks/sumo squat jumps
COT
- Setting aside several other challenges, namely the absence of thermal control, roads, gravity, oxygen, pressure, etc., one could drive a car to the moon in about six months. The Saturn V rocket was/is the most powerful rocket engine made in human history. Got the Apollo astronauts to the moon in 2.5 days. We did some of that today.
- Some time in October, the clock will strike 11 PM on a Friday nght, the picked over carcass of a hog, Chong, and a nearly floated Keg will be lingering at North Hills Pavillion debating Kenyan politics in the post-war period. Long after the F3 Fall Party is over. Mark your calendars.
- The Triple rolls to Roanoke. Blue at the helm tomorrow.
- Welcome FNG Zoomie, aka Tyson Stahl. Definitely suffered from the Pixie Rule–the more impressive an FNG is, the more of an anchor of a name he gets. The corollary of this rule explains why Chong Li was named after a stalwart of 90s martial arts films. However, this humble correspondent adheres to the naming protocol in exile, also known as the “BT Rule”–if an FNG gets a name that is too much of a drag, at some unconscious level he is less likely to re-post. Hence BT never returned. Nonetheless, from what I can tell our man Zoomie abides, and I expect he will become a part of the fabric of F3 Raleigh.
- Along those lines, meanwhile, right now there’s an Army Ranger who’s a bit off course in Colorado. Don’t worry, though, two Marine Officers are going to get him. Godspeed.
- When we leave F3 in the morning we are ahead of the field. We’ve arisen earlier than most. We’ve endured something tougher than most. All voluntarily. Among friends. We are at our most disciplined the moment we leave the field. The point I’ve been pondering: at what point during the day after F3 do we lose what I call the “Discipline of the Day”? Is it swearing in traffic on the way home? Is it gruffness with our families or co-workers? Whatever it is, I’ve challenged myself to delay that moment for as long as possible. Hence, keeping the discipline of the day. Keep the discipline of the day, men.
- An honor to lead and to be indulged to write in the hopes that someone will read it.
