With all the Boys II Men mumble chatter in the final lap in Fort Mill, I thought it appropriate to leave a title worthy of bomb jacks.  Thanks to Stang, Chicken Hawk and Lug nut for giving me the Q at the Coop.  In a strange but fitting start, my F3 chauffeur of many years, Pusher, picked me up from my hotel so I could deliver one more leg day as my last official F3 act as a Fort Mill resident.

I thought about winging the Q the night before with a cadence so high I would have plenty of time to pick the next exercise (e.g. last Patriot), but decided to memorize the WOD, which went a little something like this:

Mosey to the field for some sprinkler inspired COP in mostly 25s, which included SSH, Imperial Walkers, merkins, planks, LBC, etc.).  If it wasn’t for the fact that my washer/dryer were packed it would have been the wettest COP not caused by Mother Nature, but alas, we mosey’d to find some dry asphalt to finish COP, a few more SSH, diamonds, planks, makhtars, planks.

Always ready to mosey we hit the band lot to test the four corners, lunge to 25 bomb jacks, sprint to 25 squats, lunge to 25 bomb jacks and sprint back to 25 squats.  The legs were getting sore so I decided to add some monkey humpers, to turn up the heat.  Repeat, lunge to 25 monkey humpers, sprint to 25 squats, lunge to 25 monkey humpers, sprint to 25 squats, and plank it.

We mosey’d for the last time to the hill, for some pick your poison back up (bear crawl, lunge, reverse sprints, frog jumps).  Rinsed and repeated.

Moleskin: We welcomed FNG, Hamptons to the crew after getting an EH assist with Package from Sunday’s pool day.

In closing, I can’t help but think about how amazing the last 3 years have been sweating, swearing and praying with you.  I can’t think of a better way to start the day, then fighting with each of you to become better men, husbands, and fathers.

This whole ride started with Pusher dropping the “we should work out” over dinner one night in ear shot of the M (Haskell move), but one I’ll not regret. The start for us was a 5:45 spin class at the Y, with Leonard and one legendary WOD, which was a 25 minute non-stop burpee fest to honor those injured or killed in Boston.  We realized then we could do a whole lot more than our minds told us we could, and shortly after entered F3 and Santini’s never ending SSHs. It also inspired me to return the favor by EH’ing every dude I knew… we all need a friend even when we don’t think we do.

F3 has added for me another F, fraternity (brotherhood) which has created some cherished friendships of the vintage normally only found in the college years. Some how together, I realize I have very few real problems, and instead a whole lot to be thankful for in this short life on the big ball.  The next chapter of NYC is just starting to be written, but it will forever be altered by the time spent in the pitch dark chasing the man in front of me down a path, and with God’s grace it to will end with a COT.

Red Eye (mic drop)