The Gloom welcomed the PAX with open arms, a chilly breeze, and the distinct feeling that today’s workout would be anything but ordinary. After the obligatory disclaimer, the PAX divided into their respective groups – the Ruckers, the Runners, and the enigmatic KnOTers.
The Thang:
1. Ruckers’ Ruckmageddon:
The Ruckers set off with the weight of the world on their shoulders, literally. Their backpacks filled with bricks, sandbags, paincakes, and a mysterious concoction of items designed to keep them guessing, the Ruckers marched into the shadows. Paces were swapper, rucks were shared, and we all tried keeping up with (Usain) Bolt.
2. Runners’ Sprint-a-thon:
The Runners, with their sleek running shoes and GPS watches, bolted into the distance. The route was straightforward , but somehow the Runners managed to take a detour through the local donut shop. Rumors of an impromptu coffee break spread like wildfire. Corralling the fleet wsd as effective as trying to herd cats.
3. KnOTers’ Mystery Madness:
Now, the KnOTers, the mysterious sect of F3, quietly appeared from the shadows. Armed with ropes, carabiners, and whatever else they keep behind the telephone pole, they set out on an unknown mission. What they do in the gloom remains a mystery, for they are like F3’s own secret agents, vanishing into thin air after the other groups have long returned.
COT:
The Circle of Trust brought laughter, confusion, and a sense of accomplishment. YHC, still trying to figure out where the Runners went off course, encouraged the PAX to embrace the mystery of the gloom. Sometimes the unplanned detours lead to the best stories.
Announcements:
“Q School” for the Runners next week – a crash course in map reading and avoiding temptation.
The KnOTers invite you to join their secret society; inquire within.
Ruckers, next time, check your backpacks for stealthy squirrels. They seem to enjoy hitching a ride.
Moleskin:
In the end, the Ruckers bore the weight, the Runners found donuts, and the KnOTers… well, who knows? The Gloom witnessed another memorable F3 beatdown, leaving the PAX with sore muscles, mysterious grins, and the anticipation of the next adventure in the shadows.
