The (late) Barkley Marathon Backblast

Pain in the Park – Saturday, July 14, 2018

Twelve humble Pax members gathered in the gloom to test their manhood against the F3 version of the ultra marathon event known as The Barkley Marathon – the race that eats it’s young.

Sludge, Dr. Evil, Pacer, Fortran, Sprinkler, Yo-Yo, Gilmore, Duvet, Crankbait, Tenderfoot, Sprinkler, and Your-Humble-Correspondent-Q-In-Charge, Checkbook.

The Barkley Marathon – 60 hours, 130 miles, 54,700 feet of elevation change, 40 participants with a human sacrifice.

The F3 modified Barkley Marathon – 60 minutes, 2.5 miles, maybe 36 feet of elevation change, 12 participants with un-ending mumblechatter.

Abe Vigodas, Sun gods, Imperial Squats, LBFCs (little baby flutter crunches) – add a flutter kick.

The Barkley
Half-mile course, traversed five times, alternately clockwise and counter clockwise with 4 pain stations along the way.  YHC understands the difference between clockwise and counter clockwise, but had trouble depicting it in writing.  Luckily, no one picked up on the mistake and no insults were hurled at the Q…. NOT!
Clockwise pain stations – 30 WWI sit-ups, 30 Freddie Mercurys, 30 Crunch Frogs, 30 LBCs.
Counter clockwise pain stations – 30 of some arm/shoulder exercise the Q can’t remember, 30 Sun gods IC/each direction (harder than it sounds), 30 Carolina Dry Docks, 30 Merkins.
There were no finishers…just like many years at the real deal.

6 M-O-M
low/slow flutters IC, Cindy Crawfords IC, Sweat Angles IC (think snow angle with your arms and legs 6 ” off the ground), and American Hammers IC.

Being as late as this Backblast is, prayers and announcements are stale-dated.  YHC took us out.

One more thing.  In preparation for his foray into the penitentiary, Dr. Evil has taken a vow of 20 days of a jokeless, insult-less existence.  YHC thinks we should support his efforts (you know how iron sharpens iron) by lobbing softball opportunities for smack-talk at him as often as possible.  See if he can take it…

Let the games begin….

Always a privilege, gentlemen.
-Checkbook out.