Perhaps the Most Super Hardcore Meal??

If you can eat this and live, you're totally hardcore!

Krispy Kreme bacon cheddar cheeseburgers

(1/Hardcore) = Fat

You know... Inverse proportionality.

This blog entry from our hero Ross Enamait substantiates two Hardcore Hatreds:

• Whiny, pansy-ass kids [who are fat].
• Their lame-ass, obnoxious parents
  

http://rosstraining.com/blog/2008/08/26/let-a-kid-be-a-kid/

One more reason why Ross kicks ass.

Here's an entry for the Hardcore C U Next Tuesday file from the comments:

True story, I was at an Ikea the other day, and out in the loading zone, a boy of about 9 years old was taking a few running steps and jumping up on the 2 foot high “bumper” that keeps cars from backing too far over the sidewalk. The response from his mother? “Stop doing that, I don’t feel like suing Ikea today.” Really?

A Tattoo for the Hardcore

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tonysimon/202726487/in/pool-foodtatts

SolarPlexusSaysWhat? Russkie Style

What I had previously seen of Systema made me think "Russian Krav", but then I saw this clip. Some of it is a little Hu-Flung-Do, but it's bad-ass-looking nonetheless!

A Call to Burpee Squats

OK, so the workout was called a rough draft for a reason, as in we did roughly half of it (60/105 burpee squats, 90/195 swings). I vote we make this the new goal-we did the 300 workout already so we're clearly better than everyone else. We can build on it each week! Or never speak of it again.

In case you need more motivation, I'm told Shari can do this 4 or 5 times straight. Get to it.

Reckless? Annoying? Hardcore? Yes Thrice.

There is a certain to-be-left-unnamed person in Krav who, I think, gets a bad rap for being careless and uncoordinated and just generally unsafe. I would argue that she is truly HARDCORE.

• Has she ever gotten hurt? NO
• Does she skip sparring or grappling? NO
• Does she ever complain? NO
  

Who of us is brootal enough to drive a bony elbow into Shelley's nose without apology? That's hardcore.

I suggest that instead of whining about our cuts and contusions and bloodied noses, we need to extend honorary membership to said ruffian.

WWO: Rough draft

P-trick said we didn't have anything real solid for Thursday night yet; I propositioned my in-the-works hybrid exercise cicuit but only received suspicious looks and awkward silence after demonstrating. Fortunately I just found this workout from the Kettlebell facebook group (the hardcore social network?). This looks absolutely disgusting:

30 Burpee’s with a tuck jump
20 Two Hand Kettlebell Swings
25 Burpee’s with a tuck jump
25 Two Hand Kettlebell Swings
20 Burpee’s with a tuck jump
30 Two Hand Kettlebell Swings
15 Burpee’s with a tuck jump
35 Two Hand Kettlebell Swings
10 Burpee’s with a tuck jump
40 Two Hand Kettlebell Swings
5 Burpee’s with a tuck jump
45 Two Hand Kettlebell Swings

Theres no real time structure; the workout is actually a contest to see who can do it the quickest on video. We can skip that.

RE:: Hardcore Hatred #136: Nickelback

I really didn't want to waste another post on these "douche-nozzles", but Blogger won't let you embed in comments—and this was too good to not post!

I'll have to figure out how to embed these in the XML of the blog itself so that we can always be driven to bludgeon Canadians with frosted hair; faux-ripped jeans; and generically strained vocals tossing off lyrics that alternately challenge us to espouse the cause against domestic violence, to empathize with having a whoor girlfriend (Yeah, Nickelback in a barfight—HA!), and to look at what big rock stars they are.

(Why the F do I know these songs so well?!)

Hardcore Hatred #136: Nickelback

I know this has been discussed at length, but I feel it is important to add these douche-nozzles to the hatred database.

There's nothing worse than doing pushups or any kind of Krav drill to "Look at this photograph.."or any of their other sappy Emo lyrics to family-friendly riffs. To add salt in the wound is that the watered down 'rock' made by these torn-jean tampons is so genre-less that it can be played on a wide range of radio stations (including soft rock stations, which says enough), so they're ever present on your work-friendly radio station.

I hope they fall into burning sulfur mine.

Day One Complete & No One's Dead

Despite the instructors' best efforts, no one died in day one of Phase A. There was, however, a dude puking very early on. Oh what joys will tomorrow hold?!

Posted from sunny Sherman Oaks.

The Ultimate Bacon Throwdown

That's right people. Bacon has finally had it, and beneath the smiling, waving, greasy goodness, is a hot sputtering fighting machine. (Dibs on the winner)

Mr. Bacon vs. Monsieur Tofu Mr. Bacon and Monsieur Tofu are fired up and ready to rumble, but only one can remain at the top of the food chain! Mr. Bacon stands 5-5/8" tall and fights for everything salty, greasy and meaty. Monsieur Tofu is 3-3/8" tall and represents all things made of coagulated soy milk. The winner gets eaten for dinner! Each vinyl figure has bendable arms and legs.

PS. I always suspected tofu was French.

WWO #14: Option B sounds better..

Despite the rain, absence of P-trick/DaniD, goose crap and mosquitoes we managed to pull a fun little workout session together. Shelley was introduced to the snatch. Meghan was told to use her knees more by some random guy. John flexed. No cheesecake either!
-30x KB Squat
-Pushups (Double the amount you can do in 30sec)
-Karen's magical KB lunge-clean and press (5 per side)
-Snatch: 5-ladder

Do this cycle 400 times...or twice, whichever your feeling. Stay tuned for next week, where we'll introduce the Palombo Super Pushup ladder....

Hardcore Sendoff

We just wanted to say 'good luck' to you two crazy kids flying out to SoCal for phase training. We'd miss you, but this is no place for emotion. Give us a call sometime during the week if you can..otherwise we'll just assume you're killing everyone out there and we'll just buy you a beer when you get back.

Go kick ass and represent the USFHCCC HARDCORE!!

USFHCCC PSA #2: Sledge & Tire

More strange Bacon combinations...

Yes, Bacon Mints!

Hardcore Hatred #372: The Mosquito

After last night's swampy workout, I have two clusters of mosquito bites under each shoulder blade, precisely where I can't reach. I support the complete eradication of these winged hellspawn.

[Death metal song title note to self: "Holocaust of the Culicidae"—blast beat required.]

I'm sure there is some advocacy group from which I shall draw a swarm of bleeding-heart wrath...