Do you like my concert t-shirt?

Do you like my concert t-shirt?

Quick Moleskinny from this morning’s “Respect Q” for YHC at Hydra.

One of the first to greet and notice my F3 “Respect” t-shirt (Snowflake gave it to me yesterday) was Site Q Jet Fuel.  The quick-witted Respect himself said: “I see you’ve already got the t-shirt.  That’s like wearing a concert t-shirt at the concert itself.”  Hilarious and true.

So we worked out.  Nobody sang happy birthday or brought cake.  M. Hops threatened to do that several years ago.  Cupcakes actually…but I feared a re-name.

Did 50 burpees.  Well, I think about 10-12 of the 26 pax did 50 burpees.  Did some partner rock work & runs; and some other standard fare for a bootcamp.  No SSH’s, of course.

1.65 miles according to Geraldo.  I’ll do better next time…which is to say less mileage.

Spackler was nice enough to not pull a group of pax out to go for a run.

Foghorn & Veg-O-Matic were flying on the runs.  Runstopper did his 50 burpees in 1 minute and 13 seconds.

Cobains to Huddle House for calling him Waffle House…to which he replied, “I’m his uglier, nastier cousin”.

Semi-Gloss rubbed his schweaty self up against YHC at one point….oh the humanity!

Clover was exactly right on the 1972 price of gas per gallon:  $0.36  #rainman

Pop Tart tore up the asphalt at OPES when pulling out in his hotrod.  Thank you very little.

Some other stuff happened I suppose.

Thank you, men, for posting.  Grateful for the friends the Lord has put in my life.   Grateful for the F3 fellowship we have.  I’d be remiss if I didn’t encourage all of you again (as I did in COT) to make the 3rd F a priority in your lives.  We all know we’re on this Earth for a limited time.  Do you have peace in your life?

Not sure who will read this obviously, but I mentioned my mom’s passing from cancer in 1995 as the event that triggered the 3rd F importance in my life.  After hanging up the phone with my dad who gave me the news, I went and found an old, barely-used, dusty Bible, and randomly flipped it open.  The page that I “landed” on were words from a man named Jesus of Nazareth, as recorded by one of his top lieutenants named John.  These very words, as I read them through blurry eyes, rescued me and give me great peace and assurance; and I know they always will:

“Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. And you know the way to where I am going.”

“No, we don’t know, Lord,” Thomas said. “We have no idea where you are going, so how can we know the way?”

Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.”  John 14:1-6