We put Little Rock on the map in a way that Bill Clinton could only have dreamed about. We rocked them, we rolled them, we made lewd references about them, we might have even left a little DNA on them. But we did NOT have sexual relations with them! We ran 1.25 miles without them, but then we got lonely and came back to fondle and caress them ever so gently.
Coffeeteria was well-attended, as is the custom for Fission. Conversation was lively and did not even once touch on politics, despite our country being on a train to Armageddon barreling down a fractured track at an existential crossroads in American history. I think we talked about pop songs and TV shows instead. Just as well.
As usual, I am grateful for the company of my brothers at the workout and the subsequent F2 event. It’s always a pleasure to lead, listen to, and learn from people who prioritize high-level male companionship over sleep, comfort, and time.*
* If “high-level male companionship” sounded like an escort service, that’s on you.