Nobody expected that much running but we got in a mile and a half.
Nobody expected that many reps but we got in about four hundred.
Nobody expected the creepy shadow gliding in from the darkness to be a young person on a bike with a hoodie and a backpack.
Nobody expected this person to ignore our greetings and keep riding as if on a mission to the grave.
Nobody expected Blackbeard to posit wild theories about this character involving going to school (from where? to where?) at 5:45 a.m. or picking up medicine for his mother from the pharmacy.
Nobody expected Waffle House to speculate that this young man slept in the park and left upon hearing our ridiculously loud voices.
Nobody expected Nugent and Edsel and Shadow to lead Mary exercises.
And, certainly, nobody expected so many FNA 8-count merkins.
Nobody expected that FNA stood for “Full Nipple Alignment” and also (per Blackbeard): “Effin’ A!”
And yet, all of those things happened. And as they did, we got fitter and more connected to our brothers. It was the best of times. It was the best of times.
Blackbeard and Waffle House joined me at coffeeteria, where I was permitted to use all my words. Blackbeard boldly stayed for hours as we solved all the mysteries of the universe.
I’m already a bit sore from the workout, so I know the first F was worthwhile. My heart is full, so I know the second F was worthwhile. And my vision is inspired, so I know the third F was worthwhile. Thanks, gents, for joining me this morning and starting off my day in the best way possible.