Almost a year ago, my good friend Lee Whitman (Life Alert) taught me about fartsacking, and the perils of such behavior. And so, at what I thought was an unreasonably early time, I drove up to Crabtree one Wednesday morning, learned of F3, and became McCants (the other FNGs became Amphibious – state grad – and Spicoli – lucky bastard). It has been an honor to get to know so many of you since then. Thanks for pushing me to be better.
This morning, I returned the favor. 10 men and a three legged dog celebrated the F3 birthday in style:
Warm up > pair up with each pair doing 365 merkins, 365 squats, and 365 LBCs > jog it off > 36 burpees (with the Q doing 5 extra to make it 365) > 36 Freddie Mercuries (with the Q doing 5 extra to make it 365) > 36 American Hammers (with the Q . . . well, you get the picture).
One year down, and I pray many, many to go.
