It was 18 degrees in the shade (and it was all shade) so I imagined that I would be alone on that wintry Polar Bear day, but Soprano arrived along with some others, lifting my hopes that a game of Ultimate might still be in the cards. But they dissed me by opting for something they felt was more rewarding: running in a straight line.
Fortunately, coming in hot on two wheels at 7:00 on the dot were Waffle House and Uncle Rico, and although Ultimate Frisbee was out, they were still up for an Ultimate Workout, so we did some laps, the Arm-a-geddon, some ill-advised rock exercises (one of which left my trapezius shredded), and the usual assortment of normal and weird stuff that make up most of my workouts. In a few minutes I'll walk into a Super Bowl party with sore legs, abs, and shoulders–not to mention my pulled back muscle–but still feeling like I won the day.
We finished up with a quick game of two-on-one football, which highlighted my horrible quarterbacking skills (with the notable exception of one gorgeous, long, perfectly thrown reception) and reminded us of the importance of the huddle in offensive strategy (more than once the ball went hither and the receiver went yon).
Coming back to the parking lot, we did our COT and met up with the returning runners, all of whom were wearing black and gray. Since we were obviously wearing our colors (blue, red, and yellow), it was clear that a rival gang had strayed onto our turf, so we rumbled with fist bumps and Super Bowl talk. "The Warriors" it was not.
Thanks to Waffle House and Uncle Rico for showing up. You are two of my F3 heroes and it was a pleasure to abuse you with my workout and my football skills.