Pax: Gilmore, Epstein, Mulligan, Sludge, Bambi, Water Wings, Duvet, Change Order, Hookem, Shearcon and Crawdaddy
In a tip of the hat to the once mighty NASA and a desire to run “shuttle runs” a group of 11 men very dissimilar to The Right Stuff gathered in the gloom. Ready and willing to accept any mission as long as they didn’t have to Q. Save one “soulmate” who emerged from the dark to claim he wanted to Q but must have signed up just one minute to late… riiiight.?..
With mild disclaimer we headed to launch prep
WAR: 15x Side Straddle Hops, Frankenstiens, Sun Gods, Hurdler/Back stretch, Helicopters and Abes
Seeing that (like all F3 missions) disaster is highly probable, mumble chatter in the control room was steady as the countdown began and we were off to do a final safety check of the launch pad.
Thang: Mosey to all four corners of the lot to to do 10 Squats checking the ground for debris and 10 Low Slow flutters to check the air space. Sludge and Epstein being kind enough to add their unrequested $.02 were asked to help.. It went as well as expected.
Pair up for Shuttle runs
Each line the pair does the first excercise, then 1 partner leaves the capsule and runs back to the base line while second partner does excercise. Partner 2 picks up partner once back and pair proceeds to next line.. Run entire lot this way.
Round 1. 2 Burpees at each line LBCs wiating on runner.
In true F3 fashion, only the QIC and his team came within a galaxy of doing this correctly.
Round 2 10 merkins at each line, Low slow Flutters waiting on the runner. This was a real crowd pleaser @ line 5. The solar system was realigned.
Running short on time we needed to exit low orbit and head for home.
LBCs, Low Slow Flutters, Supermans, Dying Cockroaches, and 20 American Hammers.
Prayers: Mulligan’s Dad and brother, Cousin Eddie, Chipper, Duvet, Hookem’s household with some decisions to be made. Bambi’s coworker Lindsay.
Gilmore led us out.
Always a pleasure Gents…