You might want to see this. It's technically a superhero caught in his act of doing Fran in a hurried state... 2:21 to be exact. Chances are, he will refine his energy to a sweeter score but don't say I said it. No need for names or even additional cute comments. It is what it is...just drop your jaw and take it in.
WOD
WINCH STINCH
-SURPRISE
Wow, Nate!
ReplyDeletehaha...add one second for a missed 21st pullup. How the hell did that happen? Look forward to getting that pullup rhythm down and doing this WOD again. I also see why chest to bar is becoming the standard.
ReplyDeletevirtually effortless!! nothing like the sweating, gasping mess i call fran.
ReplyDeleteso the warrior dash website worked fine on friday and me and davey are signed up for the 1:30 time but if it's anything like last year there won't be any adherence to registered heats. now let's get Jana and Shane signed up!! how 'bout going as a team of marine biologists? nobody will get it til we all snorkel through the mud pit with ease. except PB of course who will be required to wear additional head-gear; full chain-mail (the 14th century to supply); safety goggles; a cup; combat boots (Isaac to supply); shin guards; SPF 800 sun screen; fire extinguisher (Tyler to supply); welding helmet (davey Stone to supply); leather gloves; GPS; anabolic steroids (Gold's gym to supply); a wet suit; guide-dog for the blind (Sonya to supply) oxygen; a diaper (Old Brad to supply); hockey gear; cyanide capsules; glitter (Weaver to supply); tube socks (i will supply); crampons; raincoat; richard nixon mask; kevlar vest (winch to supply); 2 14guage IVs in place (Amber P to supply); and any other safety equipment felt necessary by the CFR team. Happy belated B-day chief!!
ps Sonya i hope you are having fun washing your dog's hair.
Nice Nate!!! I cant imagine getting Fran done that effortlessly, very inspirational!!
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ReplyDeleteIt is time to tell the flashlight story.
ReplyDeleteAbout two weeks ago, two coppers were in their work locker room, finally wrapping up a boring, didn’t-get-to-arrest-too-many-dirtbags day shift.
One of these coppers is kind of an evil guy, let’s name him…or just give him the initials of…say, B.F. And let’s say you CF Redheads might know him as one of our latest competitors, maybe it’s that Fruita cop guy but since I don’t work in Fruita, maybe its not. Oh well, let’s just stick with BF, with no names needed, with such cryptic initials, I’m confident the actual cop will remain anonymous, and thus, not embarrassed. Maybe it’s a cop you don’t even know…
So, copper BF, for years now, has this little stunt he likes to pull, over and over and over. Anytime someone goes into the restrooms – which has its own separate room and stalls in the locker room – to sit and ponder for a few moments, BF likes to open the door, quickly turn off the lights and he usually repeats the same mantra, “Shoulda brought a flashlight!”, just before he giggles like a girl and shuts the door. This, along with the usual instant, loud verbal and nonverbal protests from the bathroom stalls, has amused dear BF for years.
Now, understand two things. One, that bathroom is pitch black darkness, like the hearts of our “frequent flyers”, the recidivist we deal with and arrest over and over. Two, every smart copper almost always has a ridiculously expensive (try $150 or more) and blinding flashlight within reach at all times, some even off duty. You can’t or really shouldn’t shoot what you can’t see and identify - unlike being in the Raq or the ‘Stan – cause if you do here, our litigious society will happily string a copper up. So, we coppers, always on the alert, carry flashlights a lot. Darkness scares us.
So, on this occasion, BF pulls his little prank for the billionth time on some hapless victim, moi, and of course, I didn’t have a flashlight; it still sitting in my Batman belt at my locker in the other room. No worries, having grown up in a jungly, third-world country and even lived without running water or electricity for almost two years of that time, no big deal. So, I yelled out my usual mantra, “Some things you should be able to do by Brail!”, and thought nothing of it, since this a repeated scene many times over throughout the years.
Business finished, even hands washed and dried in the dark, I exit and finish the business of getting out of Dodge to go tear it up at the 5:30 evening WOD at Red. I suddenly realize that good ole BF goes into the bathroom and the stall makes a noise as it shuts. Hmmm, interesting. I usually don’t involve myself in this juvenile behavior but suddenly it’s tempting, almost tantalizing. Paybacks are a… A quick peek in and, yep, dude is in a stall. And hallelujah, BF is opening a newspaper or some other cop-oriented material, one that’s kinda large and therefore a little harder to handle. Settled in for the long haul, eh? Oh, this is gonna be good…
I gave it a few minutes; BF needs to be really comfortable. Then, the door opens, the light gets flipped off, and I finally get to yell, “Shoulda brought a flashlight!” But, BF is smart, he yells back, “I got a flashlight”, and a light inside the stall comes on. Outsmarted.
ReplyDeleteI leave, a little bummed out at the turn of events. But, wait, here is where it gets good. I later find out, that BF, all smug in his smartness, decides he’s going to take the time to finish that article; he’ll show me.
I later find out that BF did what cops do. We often read, write, shoot, and do all sorts of stuff holding flashlights, oftentimes without use of our hands. It usually gets held under the opposite armpit from your writing hand, and occasionally you clinch it between your lower jaw and upper shoulder in the tuck of the neck. That last method is a little awkward but it works, you just have to hang on to it.
BF sure showed me. He read his paper with his expensive flashlight held in the tuck of his neck. Maybe he shifted wrong, maybe he laughed at some article detailing some hilarious bad guy arrest, but whatever he did, the flashlight slipped, tumbled straight down and somehow managed to go in the toilet. I can imagine him jumping, yelling, trying like crazy to stop that flashlight in it path of travel, to no avail. And splash or plop, in the toilet it went. And he left it there. We still don’t know what happened to it. Maybe it lit its way to China.
Somehow, BF still blames me. Not sure how, but he does. What a great laugh!
It's okay BF, everyone pokes their finger through the toilet paper once in awhile.
ReplyDeleteKerry- I almost Sh*% my pants laughing reading that. Thank you again for such a vivid set up. What a day maker that was.
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