‘Twas the day after Father’s Day, when all through the town, F3 men and dads rose with a groan, not making a sound. Their bellies were full of sinful libations and feasts from last night. Yet their movie spirits were high, ready to fight.
In sneakers and t-shirts, they converged on the Rountrey parking lot “gym”, each man with a grin though their eyes were quite dim. From burgers and brews, and gifts wrapped with care. They’d celebrated well, now it was time to REPAIR.
Fandango led them on a mosey and then a warmup that involved side-straddle hops, dead man hang, cherry pickers, copperhead squats, and imperial walkers. From there, we went on a movie tour of Clark Griswold “Light Burpees” and the Frequency of how many there were. We made our way to the Field of Dreams and had an Adora style catch with each other, once the ball dropped, partners completed 2 burpees at home plate and then went to 1st base to complete 100 WW2, 2nd base to complete 200 squats, 3rd base to complete 300 merkins, and home plate (which no one got to) for 400 side-straddle hops. From there, we jogged back for a Triple Check “Godfather style” – The Michael = plank, The Fredo = run to stop sign, & The Sonny = 10 Firecrackers +10 Side Straddle Hops.
We ended with our COT and the naming of 3 new FNGs: Snook, Rooney, and Gotham. Prayers for Futon’s mother in law, Boberry’s friend and family, and for ALL the Dads out there!
By the end, they were sweaty, but beaming with pride, For they’d honored their title, with no need to hide. From diaper disasters to teenage debates, These dads showed up strong, carrying life’s heavy weights.
‘Twas the day after Father’s Day, and they proved it so well, being a dad’s about heart, not just stories to tell. So here’s to the dads, who lift more than steel, with love and grit, … they make fatherhood real.
