Yes, There’s a Backblast

Yes, There’s a Backblast

One sadclown showed up this morning to Q the Friday workout known as Centurion. The rest of you were either DR enjoying time with your families, posting elsewhere, fartsacking entirely, or in line at Walmart trying to score a TV. Hopefully, it’s one of the first two but with Michigan set to take down Ohio State tomorrow afternoon, I can certainly understand the need for a shiny new big screen.

Thang

After checking my phone to make sure I hadn’t missed a memo, we YHC set off into the gloom. The weinke was followed (with some modifications to the partner/team work), but the details will stay in the bag to be brought out another day. YHC on the silent take-out.

NMM

In addition to being reminded of just how challenging working out can be without anyone there to be accountable to, I was smacked in the face by a realization this morning. The man I was 8 months ago would have been relieved when no one showed. Nervous about taking the lead, I would have welcomed the chance to get off the hook. Today, the nerves were still there — as I am sure they always will be. But, instead of relief, I felt disappointment that I wouldn’t get a chance to put those nerves to the test. That’s a huge change for me and a change I carry around everywhere in my life. I am now a man who shows up to the neighborhood Turkey Bowl instead of making excuses, who never cancels a work or family commitment unless it’s absolutely necessary, who shows up early most of the time instead of always a few minutes late, and a man who embraces his responsibility as the spiritual leader of his family. I am a different man than I was 8 months ago and I have F3 to thank in large part for that.

Truly thankful for all the men of F3 Nation and everything I have learned and been given in these short 8 months. I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving and enjoy the weekend with family, friends, and football (Go Blue!).