It was a crisp late summer morn... scratch that, it was humid as Hades. A select core squad of super gloomsters shook off the weekend blues and celebrated Monday the only way that screams "awkward!!!" YHC invoked the fabled second edition of the Swedish Super Model workout of days gone by, as a special start
It was a great and glorious gloom that greeted YHC as I stepped onto the hallowed ground of Kernodle Middle. Five stout souls were ready to get their track thang on, so W.A.R. got schmudged, and we just tromped over to the track to embrace some old skool fundamentals. No burpees, no non-track stuff happened,
Sweat Angel Thursday, July 9, 2020 PAX: Bushwood, Nutmeg (Respect!), Mall Cop, Utters, Eggplant (Respect!), Patch and a few unknown Splinter Ruckers who disapeared into the night before we got started. QiC Hallpass The morning started with a solo EC run by Mallcop. Future reference: Mallcop likes to have company out in the park
So you have heard of Christmas in July. And, in that spirit, the rough and rowdy souls of Central Natville, aka Lower Irving Park, got to celebrate enhanced male leadership with a little Planksgiving in July. YHC took their down-pain-ment in the Octagon, and left them with forever glory. T-claps to the baker's dozen who
It was a beautiful day in north hinterland of Natville proper. With only a few minutes to go time, YHC stood alone thinking it would be a party of one. Then suddenly a few roughnecks from the southern reaches of Summerfield and beyond rolled in to assemble a crack crew. Read on dear friend to
With my 2.0s in tow, YHC rolled over to Wakanda in the minivan mobile. All counted, 25 brave souls took the challenge to defeat the fartsack, say no to weakness, and grow this thing we call brotherhood. YHC was intentional about not to make a statement based on recent events, but to put into practice
2020 has been the strangest year of my life regarding events beyond my control and some within my control. Needless to say, I have been frustrated with Covid, murder hornets, economic scariness, isolation, racism, curfews, etc... One or more of these things have impacted everyone on some level. I have not made a statement about
It was the last Saturday of May in Greater Summerfield aka S. Va. to some. YHC rambled on down country roads at a breakneck speed (observing all traffic laws and safety precautions along the way from the his homestead in Natville Proper to the wilds of NWHS. And lo and behold twenty-two fine souls were
A request was put out for Qs at Fenceline by Site-Q, Baby Bop aka Sit Baby of the Bop, and YHC hearkened. Eleven surly souls dared to show weakness and the fartsack who is boss and crushed a fast tempo HIIT beatdown. Ten rounds were on the winki, but you know how that goes...looked good
The Pax: Earhart, EPA, Hoosier, Cotton Tail, Awkward, Byrider, Pitino, Mall Cop - QIC It's been a while since I was last at CHF. It is a bit out of the way but a great AO. With the recent social distancing guidance I planned to make sure we would keep our space but get still