Somehow Pitstop and Crocs have been under the impression that I created Sharknado. I guess it's because my name is Jaws and the first time they attended a Q from me that's what we did. So here we are a few months later, and I've got the Night Ranger Q again, and that's what they wanted to do. Unfortunately mother nature had other plans. Not that you can't do Sharknado in the pouring rain, but with the DPK parking deck right there – we have dry alternatives. So I thought to myself – let's do a little up and down the ramps, use some stones and do some weight work, get something similar but in the parking deck. Great idea, right?
Wrong. First off, the stones were under water. No seriously there was that much rain, I would have needed a snorkel to get one. Second, cinder blocks were NOT a smart alternative. I've been doing more running lately, seemingly as a smart social distancing alternative to traditional boot camps. So these 'rona-arms were not ready for the extra weight. But whatever, no warm-o-ramma (sharknado style, remember?), so we get right to it with cinder blocks:
*aw-yeah*
The Work:
- Zamperini up and down one level
- 20x Rock Squat
- Up the stairs two levels, jog down the ramps (no rock)
- 20x Chest Press
- Up the stairs two levels, jog down the ramps (no rock)
- 20x Russian Twist
- Up the stairs two levels, jog down the ramps (no rock)
- 10x eight-count body builder
- REPEAT AMRAP
What about this playlist? Well, about two weeks ago Mr. Hand messaged our Night Ranger group and asked for some classic R&B / Rap suggestions, old school stuff for him the M to take a trip down memory lane. Suggestions followed like water from a fire hose, seriously it was a vintage thread – we should frame it. After adding all the suggestions to a playlist, I had about 5 hours of music that traced the evolution of golden age hip hop well into the gangsta rap era. I narrowed it down a bit, and we landed on the following sweet, sculptural rhythms:
- Welcome to the Terrordrome – Public Enemy
- Straight Outta Compton – N.W.A.
- Mama Said Knock You Out – LL Cool J
- It Was a Good Day – Ice Cube
- Protect Ya Neck – Wu Tang Clan
- Fight the Power – Public Enemy
- Shimmy Shimmy Ya – Ol’ Dirty Bastard
- Nuthin’ But a G Thang – Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre
- California Love – 2PAC & Dr. Dre
- Check Yourself – Ice Cube
- Post-work jams included samplings of Notorious B.I.G., Warren G, Tribe Called Quest, Grandmaster Flash, Biz Markie, Sugar Hill Gang, etc.
*hammertime*
Moleskine:
Big props to Crocs for getting a party tray pizza delivered from Taste of Buffalo. I’ve never had their pizza before, and holy crap. Messy as hell but wow. And the man brought cookies. Cookies with jimmies. You don’t know the power of Night Ranger until you have a solid workout with your crew, and get to stand around with pizza, cookies, and beer. Pure bliss.
I wish I had gone scuba diving for a rock. That workout was a whole other thing with cinder blocks. I slept funny on my left side last night, and my shoulder has been bothering me all day. Did NOT feel good during the workout, now I can barely raise it over my head. Currently treating with bourbon, may require more help than the blessed state of Kentucky can provide.
I think Scrappy lapped everyone on the circuits. Brother came to WORK.
Going straight from eight-count body-builder right into a zamperini was horrible. Pretty sure the bible has lots of epic smite-talk and there's nothing about cinder blocks. Just sayin'.
Cam Newton’s slide into oblivion continues. I feel like you lost the bet in spirit by now Rodney. I know the bet was that Cam wouldn’t win 10 games this year… but I think we should call it a lost bet if he can’t even win a backup job anywhere.
Freedom got a weeee bit into the playlist tonight. He may be from New England, and a Cowboys fan, but he musically identifies as South Central to the core.
Five-miler next week. Sounds like we’re restarting the taco truck tradition too. Look for pre-blast from Crocs, you won’t want to miss it!
Correction for the F3 attorney’s: 9.5 men attended the workout. We listened to Barry Manilow and had Fresca and cookies after. We maintained social distancing and OF COURSE there was a legally binding disclaimer. No members of the North Carolina Bar Association were present. This is actually a FIA backblast.
*shenanigans*