Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.The mission of F3 is to plant, grow and serve small workout groups for the invigoration of male community leadership. Such leadership was clearly on display this day.
Conditions: Sublime. If you really need details, the temp was ~ 8.3’C/47’F, precipitation was ~ 0.5% except for some random mist/fog & wind was ~ 3.48 knots (not Knotts).
FNGs: Zilch, Zero, Zippy Zapp
Disclaimer: Though The Q is intellectually superior to many humans & clearly a physical specimen (in relative terms to someone like, say, Jack Black), he is not, in fact, a professional. In other words, “if you get yourself hurt on the mean streets of Nexton…you’re screwed & there’s no one to be sued.”
COP: What does this stand for, again?
The Thang: This is when the magic happened. The plan was glorious & the weinke was engraved on a scroll of pure gold. The Q, Hollywood, relayed the intricate details with precision & clarity to The PAX: “run, ruck or ride as many miles as you please & return to Starbucks when you’re finished. Then, enjoy 2nd F with your Brothers until everyone has returned.” Tremendous.
Truth be told, Hollywood’s Q-ing skills are so refined that he telepathically conveyed these labyrinthine instructions to Hot Tub & City Slicker whilst STILL HOME & simultaneously brushing his teeth at 4:25 in the AM – mere moments before they stepped off for 11.15 miles. Certainly their speed can partially be attributed to being inspired by The Q’s remarkable telesthesiatic abilities. Either that or they’ve been to The Creamer before. Still, it’s good.
The rest of us began our journeys at 5:04AM – thanks to the benevolent patience of The Q as we waited for unnamed PAX to become 100% ready to run.
Everyone tenaciously followed the leadership to perfection. All waited until the very last & straggling PAX returned. None were left behind on Hollywood’s watch. This long-running Brother shall remain nameless in the annals of this backblast. However, should any Brother that reads this backblast so choose – feel free to out this kilometer-loving, fireheaded rouge in the FB comments. Until then, it shall remain one of the greatest mysteries of F3 Summerville/Goose Creek/North Charleston.
Mary: I don’t think she was working at Starbucks today – unless she was that older lady who appeared to be a corporate trainer or something. Then again, why would a trainer be there at 6:00AM on a Sunday? Good question. Kinda weird. But again, I didn’t catch her name. There’s at least a small percent chance she was indeed named “Mary”.
Numberama, Namerama, Announcements, Prayer, Pledge: ✅ ✅ ✅ ✅ ✅
Devo: “Go to church.”
It is with the greatest & most humble humility that The Q relates that the proclamation of, “Great Q!” was bestowed upon him a the conclusion of The Creamer.
Indeed & admittedly, it truly was a Glorious Q! Rock!!!
HOWEVER…it must be pointed out that this was NOT, in fact, The Greatest Q in the World. It was merely a Tribute to the Greatest Q in the World. I couldn’t remember the Greatest Q in World. This is a tribute.
Perhaps anyone who reads these inspired words can relay their memory of the Greatest Q in World in the FB comments. Perhaps not.
Thank you for your patience. Good afternoon, good evening & good night.