DATE | Thursday, April 30, 2020
AO | Earth
BEATDOWN | Virtual
WEATHER | Cold
Q | Kraut

Pre-Blast | 04.29.20 “I have the Q tomorrow at [INSERT YOUR LOCATION HERE]!Tomorrow is 45 years to the day since the Fall of Saigon and the end of the Vietnam War, which seems like a perfect finish to the NFS Challenge.  Who’s an HC for a savage beat down in honor of the men and women who answered the call of duty even when the public didn’t support them?”


PAX: 12
Miss Daisy, Kraut, Snoop, MAD COW, Hasselhoff, Bullwinkle, Steamroller, Forrest, Cuddle Buddy, Soft Spot

Warm-o-rama:
0.5 Mile Run

The Thang:
Round 1:
5 Minutes: AMRAP Burpees – RECORD YOUR REPS
2 Minute Rest
1 Minutes: AMRAP Lunges – RECORD YOUR REPS
2 Minute Rest
1 Minutes: AMRAP 4 ct Flutter Kicks – RECORD YOUR REPS
2 Minute Rest

Round 2:
Half as many Burpees as you did the first round
2 Minute Rest
Half as many Lunges as you did the first round
2 Minute Rest
Half as many 4 ct Flutter Kicks as you did the first round
2 Minute Rest

Round 3:
Half as many Burpees as you did the second round (25% of Round 1)
2 Minute Rest
Half as many Lunges as you did the second round (25% of Round 1)
2 Minute Rest
Half as many 4 ct Flutter Kicks as you the second round (25% of Round 1)
2 Minute Rest

Cool down:
0.5 Mile Run

Leader’s Message:
Tim O’Brien: “(from The Things They Carried)They shared the weight of memory. They took up what others could no longer bear. Often, they carried each other, the wounded or weak. They carried infections. They carried chess sets, basketballs, Vietnamese-English dictionaries, insignia of rank, Bronze Stars and Purple Hearts, plastic cards imprinted with the Code of Conduct. They carried diseases, among them malaria and dysentery. They carried lice and ringworm and leeches and paddy algae and various rots and molds. They carried the land itself—Vietnam, the place, the soil—a powdery orange-red dust that covered their boots and fatigues and faces. They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity. They moved like mules. By daylight they took sniper fire, at night they were mortared, but it was not battle, it was just the endless march, village to village, without purpose, nothing won or lost. They marched for the sake of the march. They plodded along slowly, dumbly, leaning forward against the heat, unthinking, all blood and bone, simple grunts, soldiering with their legs, toiling up the hills and down into the paddies and across the rivers and up again and down, just humping, one step and then the next and then another, they made their legs move. They endured.”

Kraut – Out