Dashing out the door this morning in an effort not to be late to my own Q, I neglected to bring my gloves or even a sweatshirt. As soon as the wipers hit a massive sheet of unyielding ice on my windshield, I realized I was woefully underdressed for the 29° weather. Too late, no time. And so, pulling up to the Marsh right at 0500, I sat in the car and began that inner monologue that has become too familiar over the past few cold weeks: Maybe no one will show today… Maybe I can turn this car back around… Maybe I can get right back in bed… This mantra never really works, and post-beatdown, I’ve always been happy for that. Which is why it was so shocking that today, for the first time in a long, long time, no one posted.
I suspect that was partly due to the cold, and mostly due to the fact that it was MLK Day, and many were off work and could sleep in for a change (ahem…especially those returning from a big hunting trip). Well, I’m not gonna lie and say I wasn’t a little bit excited by the prospect of a no-show. But, in honor of King and his famous speech (which will have it’s 55th anniversary this year), YHC knocked out 55 pull-ups, followed by 55 merkins as quickly as humanly possible. Then I drove back home (I’m not a total idiot), got my sweatshirt and gloves, and went for a short mosey. And then… I got back into bed.
It certainly wasn’t the caliber of a true F3 beatdown, but it was just enough to get out of bed for. And it was a good reminder of why I need the F3 brothers in my life. King’s notion that we are all brothers and sisters, despite our many differences, is a powerful one, and one that I see at work in the F3 nation every week. So thanks to my brothers, enjoy your holiday, and YHC expects to see you men back out there tomorrow at Grandmother’s House.
