How far…?

The BackBlast:

… has @F3Metro fallen?

After Cindy’s Friday BB shenanigans, and Dredd’s out of character response, if in fact he was serious about Cindy’s “offensive” writing; more on that in a minute — I did what I’ve always done over the years, something I’m actually pretty damn good at — in order to restore balance to the #F3Universe — YHC would call the shot, corral the crew, and we’d do something extremely stupid and hard together.

*And I just spit tobacco juice in my coffee by accident. Dip cup was next to my coffee cup. These things happen. Oh well. I’m drinking it and moving on…

Cindy wrote a BB not unlike the hundred or so other BB’s he’s written over the years where he basically calls out your pussy parts and the weak workouts spreading like wildfire through @F3Metro.

For doing that, he was Twitter accused of “not leaning in, failing to reach out, and punching down.”

Those reading that tweet were then told NOT to read the attached BB, not to forward it, and not to engage with the dude that wrote it. I assumed that was a psychological joke aimed to provoke me, so YHC read it immediately.

I’ll concede Cindy’s guilty of the aforementioned fails. I was going to say it was intentional, but I’m not confident it was, I doubt he considered any of it along those lines, wrote what was in his heart (with that special Ceesus sauce) as most of what he had to say was born out of frustration and disappointment. He chose a more challenging route, he does that, too harsh for some, I’m told it’s questionably offensive, and maybe not as effective as it could have been.

Tag me in! Tag me in! Tag me in! YHC leaps over the top turnbuckle —

I probably don’t like Cindy any more than you do. Assuming you do like him, that’s how much I like him. We’re not besties by any stretch. But I’ve worked out, on and off, with most of you clowns for the better part of ten years. If I have to filter everything that comes out my mouth with a bunch of other dudes that I don’t really know or spend time with outside of the gloom then what kind of fucking fun is that. Let your freak fly!

And just meet people where they are, for who they are. If a bunch of dudes I recreated in my own image showed up for a workout there would be absolute chaos. Feel me.

F3 should be fun. It should also be hard. Not every day pull your dick out of the dirt hard, but more days than not let’s try and fuck some shit up hard.

You may think what you’re doing is hard. You think that because you’re out of shape and have been out of shape longer than you care to admit it. You lie to yourself, keep telling yourself, I’m showing up and working out and it’s enough. No, it’s not. Not really. If you’re inclined to pull back every time you get uncomfortable you’ll never break through. And chances are you’re working out next to someone that’s in worse shape than you. So, lazy britches over there not doing anything helps you feel better about what you’re not doing, which is getting fit.

THE SHOT HEARD ‘ROUND METRO:
… and pretending like it wasn’t.

0515 MUTHASHIP

Hands down the hardest workout in Metro and quite possibly the world.

I’m there in the lot @ 0510 getting my head right for the show.

Approved Disclaimer:

If we get turned around at the ship, no worries, we’ll zip back down and run a backdoor #RAnGEr . Oh, and don’t fuckin’ die!

I didn’t actually share that disclaimer. I didn’t have to. I was alone in the lot @ 0515

Off I went.

7 mins or so elapsed and I was at the top. That’s right. Take a beat for the breathtaking cityscape. Back down. Back up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up.

Oh look, stairs. Down. Up. Down. Halfway up. Look over. A pack of wolves on the dizzy.

No. Just Frodo and his boys from Lake Norman. Clarification, please.

Are you off the books? Yeah, training for something in Colorado.

Ok, cool. So, you’re definitely not here because I asked you to be?

Huh?

Never mind.

Down. Up. Down. When I pass none other than CINDY coming up. Coming to see me #FuckYeah Now it’s a party.

Posted Phoenix, put the feeler out there. No takers. And he’s off for a two miler one way to hook up with my broke ass.

In between some heavy breaths, I managed a “thank you.”

“Of course, Fish.” That’s what he said. And damnit, that’s cool.

I’ll take this opportunity to clear up some things Cindy said about GrowRuck. Well, first let me say those participating in regular rucks, walking through Fox Croft and stuff, I like it. You’re staying active and that’s commendable. Whatever turns you on. Please tell me you go to Crowders on occasion…

Anyway, Cindy said he would do a 12 hour Ruck, not the Grow part of said Ruck, but he’d definitely do the Ruck section if – and only if – it was part of hostage negotiations and he was trying to get his abducted kid back or some shit, then, a soft maybe.

For the record, in my opinion, Go “Grow” Rucks are mind numbingly boring. Anyone pretending otherwise is full of shit. They just are. I can’t speak to the classroom part, it’s okay if you find that effective, I’d rather do something else. Like, anything else. I’ve done two. That’s plenty. Had to build sand castles in the hot ruck and a snow fort in the cold one. It sucks. I get the whole team building togetherness and everything else you would tell me it promotes, it still sucks. Not because it’s hard. It is that. Self-isolating and standing in a room all day by yourself is also hard. And sucks too.

I’ll let you in on an open secret. Grab three of your #ShieldLock and run a #Leatherneck or Ruck the fuckin’ thing. Same attributes in or around 45 minutes. Work smarter, save your time and money. Or don’t. You go, Glen Coco!

Or better.

Run BRR. Same thing. Super hard and fun! Crushing it, high-fiving and smelling farts for 30 hours. What’s not to love.

How far has @F3Metro fallen? I know, do you? Yeah. You do. Only you can, with any certainty.

I hate it for the new guys.

5 years ago we’d of had 50-60 guys roaring down 4th street at break neck speeds trying to make the lot by cutoff.

Today, we had one.

You can argue that I don’t attend F3 regularly and that it doesn’t matter. You’d be right on one count.

Thanks for showing up for me Cindy. The rest of you mf’ers failed the fitness audit.