AO: Night Train

When: 02/11/2021


Number of Pax: 3

Pax Names: Amber Alert, Brain Fart, Foosball,

Number of FNGS: 0

FNG Names:

QIC: Foosball

I guess if it is raining outside and an evening beatdown, folks really don’t want to commit.  I can’t say I blame them, YHC was really attempting to find a reason to bail.  When I decided the excuses were too weak, I hopped in the car and headed north.  Brain Fart had some “family dinner” he had to attend, so at 7:59 Amber Alert and I ran.  Was not the plan for the BD, but YHC needed some miles.  No warm-o-rama, just running. Shirt off, 50 degrees, rain, and run.  We headed towards 575 and just ran until the sidewalk ended and headed back towards the train depot.  To our surprise, Brain Fart actually made it on time, but my pre-mature departure left him waiting for more….that’s weird….

We decided to run the other direction, down the hill to an empty parking lot for the thang.  I recycled from my earlier Q at the Vineyard and did 15 merkins, 15 squats, 15 bbsu, and 15 burpees.  Run across the parking lot and rinse and repeat.  Here is where we find the name of the BB.  I hear this unusual sound coming from Brain Fart’s direction.  He decided not to follow the Q’s direction of bbsu and do little baby crunches.  The noise from the wet concrete, and his slow movements, brought him back to an earlier age.  Possibly a teenager who got a little overzealous with the lotion bottle…he just said he likes to “take it slow”…  Running near on time we mosey back to the gazebo, all knock out 100 dips and shut this s*&t show down.

Great COT, we prayed for Scamper and his family, Stopwatch and Hooch with medical issues, and BrainFart and his family as they explore foster care.

My brother has made one visit to F3, we named him Stumpy at the Colosseum on their official launch day.  He has not been back.  Amber Alert lives 5 doors down from my brother, they drink a few beers together, play a little cornhole, but they don’t really know each other.  My brother knows everybody, but he has no friends.  They are all surface level acquaintances.  You know, what do you do for a living, how are the falcons doing, want to play a little cornhole.  Nothing beyond surface level interaction, the ultimate sad clown.  We realized in the circle, that F3 brothers don’t care about what you do, how much money you make, what car you drive, where you live.  We do know about each others family’s, where we are struggling, where we are improving, how we are doing spiritually, how we are doing physically.  The surface level shit does not matter.  All you harmony on the lake boys who know Adam Hartzler (aka Stumpy) just keep EH’ing that guy.  He doesn’t know it, but he does need you.  This is F3!

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