June 15th, 2021 By Heatstroke

YHC thought he mitigated any potential frightsacking for his APFT Q with the mention of no 2 mile run, but he was clearly wrong…very wrong.  Only 2 men joined YHC…and these 2 actually LIKE the 2 mile timed run!  Anyhoo, a disclaimer is given and Warmarama commences right there in the lot as we are on the lookout for any late arrivals.  SSH, WM, Tempo Prisoner Squat, PP, Michael Phelps and another shoulder, chest move.  No arriving pax.

We mosey, with a small football, to the HRMS track/field.

The Thang: APFT and some Football practice.

As noted, we perform only the 2 minutes max push ups and sit ups.  Some pointers are dished out and an informal test is performed.  We won’t log the spreadsheet on this one, but LS and Soprano can compare to how they did in the past right HERE.

With that out of the way, time for some football.  Simple 11s with throwing and catching mixed in.  Pass is thrown, if the ball hits the ground, 1 burpee and 10 LBCs.  Keep passing, next ball to hit ground, 2 burpees and 9 LBCs, so on and so forth.  YHC had it all planned out for ALL of the pax to be at each 10 yard line on the field all the way down, alas with ONLY 3 PAX that is a completely unnecessary set up.  So we form a triangle and pass the pigskin around that way.  To increase the level of difficulty we occasionally take a couple of steps backwards as time goes on.

All was going well with no drops until Soprano spiked one about 6 feet in front of Love Seat.  Then he did it again, and again, and again.  Probably the first case of yips in F3 before our very eyes.  Y’all fartsackers really missed out on some history today.  That, or Soprano just was looking out for our fitness, as we got some in due to his underthrows. Needless to say, Soprano likely won’t be our QB1 if we start up a Rolling Stone football squad.  He’s already lobbying for running back.

We head back to OPS and stop at the greenway entrance for some obligatory monkey humpers.  One car passed, and even a dog walker with pooch got an up close and personal look.  As the walker dragged the little pup away from the nonsense, the little guy clearly was heartbroken to not join in on whatever his little brain thought that we were doing.  Good boy.

No time for Mary.  Well done today LS and Soprano, I likely would not have thrown the ball around to myself if y’all hadn’t showed.

COT: Prayers for my FIL, my dad, KW’s son AA, Detention’s brother.  Happy Hour on Thursday at JB’s.

Moleskin: #DBAP

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