(Below is best experieced a la Paul Revere by Beastie Boys- hope you know it)
Now here’s a little story I like to tell, about F3 workouts you know so well; it started this morning, in history, when the air temperature was about 23!
We had a little mosey ‘round Mountie’s block, just me, Jersey Boy… and Kid Rock
Runnin’ cross the land, kickin’ up sand, no one on our tail ‘cause they feared cold hands!
3 lonely F3s we be, all by ourselves, with no hot tea.
The stars were beatin’ down on my winter hat, the temp was super-cold, per my thermo-stat
Looking for a rock pile, felt like running up a mountain, we entered Oakhurst Park, and gathered ‘round a fountain
Incline merkins, jump-ups and dips- nothing unusual came from these cold lips
We journeyed little farther, came upon those rocks, Jersey Boy grabbed my calf, and about got socked!
A few more instructions, were then given, we ventured back home to the land of the livin’.
After MARY and a prayer, our mission complete, we convened for some coffee and to warm up our feet!
Hope you liked my rhyme, ‘cause if you do- you could join us next time, to see if it’s true!