For once, there were more ruckers than runners, and no KnOTers.
That being said, we kicked of the beat down with a count off of 9, then Ruckers rucked, and Runners ran, meeting at the exit of the park.
While paces varied, good fellowship and conversation was had by all; all that is except Bolt who was running a 10 minute mile with his ruck, and then would knock out 100 burpees in 6 minutes while he waited for those of us who were closer to a 16 minute mile.
This beatdown was a great one to have as YHC’s last Q as a 29 year old. Everyone came, pushed themselves, and we were able to get a great and sweaty beatdown in in 45 minutes (thanks to the humidity).
This past year has been one of growth for YHC, and F3 played no small part in that. While the “hate” will (hopefully) go away, the love of the men of F3 will continue to carry on.
