OK Brothers--as The Faithful know, we keep the list of reasons that F3 is a man-only deal very close-hold. As secret information that is only disseminated on a Need To Know basis goes, it's right up there with Obama's true country of origin. However, as the following post from M-Nugget (who has self-named, yes--a violation, "Chicken-Mini") illustrates, there is a reason to keep the M's away from the ShovelFlag that we might as well state out in the open: there is considerable risk that the she-devils might be funnier than we are. Drats!
Here is my version of the workout on Tuesday morning. This is my story and I am sticking to it.
At 0700 the alarm went off to awake these vacationers from their slumber. Unbeknownst to the FNG (Friendly New Girl), this was all part of McNugget's plan to put "Chicken Mini" through a hellish workout. At 0830 the vacationers rolled out of bed to the already blazing heat of Aruba, already well into the 80s. The workout consisted of the following:
Running with intermittent exercises consisting of the following: merkes (pushups) alternating with dips on an ant infested log, then jump ups on a log as high as Chicken Mini's knees. Next the Sugar Sand! This started with 50 side straddle hops then walking lunges til you drop. Next suicides (3) of varying distances intermittent with squats and side straddle hops. (All in sugar sand!!). Then a run back to home base for the ab workout under a coconut tree filled with birds. These exercises included crunches, flutter kicks, hello dollies, plankarama, ... Chicken Mini was too distracted by the concern of a coconut falling or a bird shiting on her head to be too concerned about the exercises. Besides there was no need to count since McNugget never said in advance how many reps to do. Also, there may have been other exercises somewhere in there but after a while the heat began to impair my thinking. After the ab work Chicken Mini was ready to put the red flag in the sand and call the cabana boy for an icy cold drink. Fortunately McNugget was in agreement. From this workout I have learned a few things: 1) The boys have a funny way of counting.... You say 1, I say 2. You say 50, I say 100. 2) The boys have a funny name for their exercises. Is this too distract us? I thought a Hello Dollie was a dessert. Hard to exercise when you are thinking about food. 3) I would rather be a BFF than an FNG. The saving graces of the day are 1) McNugget was sore after the workout and Chicken Mini was not and 2) Tomorrow at 0600 Chicken Mini gets revenge! Game on!
Out!
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