“Why did Hayes (Yazoo) just invite me to this F3 thing? Looks like some weird workout group thing.”
This is what I was thinking two weeks ago when a buddy of mine sent me an invite on Facebook to this F3 event. The worst part, it was starting at 6:30 AM on Saturday. 🤣
I hit the “interested” button with no real intention to go. But I didn’t want him to feel totally rejected.
Then it’s like three days before the event and he messages me. “Hey, Johnathan, are coming Saturday? I need a count to order chick-fil-a biscuits.”
Yes sir. I’ll be there with bells on. Thank you!
It’s hard for me to pass up free fried chicken in a biscuit. I was raised in Alabama. And I thought I might work off half the calories during our little Male bonding talk thing.
Apparently he was putting me in an EH (emotional headlock).
So, I rolled myself up out of the Fart Sack (F3 term) and headed to the Genesis workout for F3 NWA.
Well, somehow Yazoo had tempted fourteen men to show up to this thing. Surely due to the buttery chicken filled biscuits of Chick-fil-a.
I was there at about 6:20 and sat in my truck, introvert, until about 6:25. I got out, shook a few hands, and as soon as 6:30 struck this dude, whose name I had already forgotten, said “Let’s go” and took off running.
Nobody even knew we were supposed to be stretching. We were gone and running in the near dark “gloom” of the morning, into the wet morning dew of ankle deep grass. We didn’t know this guy from Atlanta, but our ignorant selves chased after him anyway.
He yelled over his shoulder, “we start on time and end on time.”
Well, now y’all wouldn’t know it, but I don’t care much for dirty. And I definitely did not dress for a hard, wet and muddy type event. I was wearing wind pants and a thin long sleeve shirt over my UA compression shirt.
I actually thought I would still need to run two miles after this event just to work off that biscuit.
Not so Jack! That guy, the Q, worked our “six” (backside) off.
We combined sprints, burpees, core killers and many other exercises that ensured that we all were sweaty, covered with dirt, grass, and encouraging each other to finish strong.
We even used boulders from the drainage ditch to Flintstone our upper body into pain while a partner bear crawled to a tree twenty yards and back. Have you ever done military presses with a twenty five pound rock?
After the Q finished with us he circled us up and had us tell about who we are, and the group gave us a short F3 nickname that is funny and slightly insulting.
I’m your Huckleberry. Yes, my F3 name is Huckleberry. Because I said Tombstone is my favorite movie.
After picking names for the FNGs (friendly new guys), and we all were, we had a minute for the Q to close in prayer.
Well, I had a great time. I met new men from the community and started building bonds that I never would have while just staying in the gym.
Better yet, my exercise chest strap tells me I burned over 800 calories in that hour! That’s really good for me. I’d have to run seven miles to burn that many calories.
Now it’s my turn to put someone in an EH and get them to post at the next workout, and hope my shoes are dry by next time.
F3 is free and they meet in cities around the U.S. You just find a location and show up. F3 stands for Fitness, Fellowship, and Faith.
I know I have a few SadClown buddies who need this type of fellowship.
