File this in something I have not seen before at F3. Nine of us were enjoying a morning at Gridiron, and while we were close to wrapping up and doing some final stretching in the parking lot, Chicharron comes sprinting from the football field, runs past us, says nothing, does not look our way and then runs toward the original pickleball courts. He is wearing his orange F3 shirt so there is no doubt who it is, but he either was so focused he missed us, was being chased by an invisible bear, or was rescuing someone at the pickleball courts. This is what he missed:
Warmups started in the parking lot. We moved to the soft playground after Attila shit himself. Did some more warmups. Then did the first of many triple checks. This one was swing pumps, step ups and a run to the blue shed and back. After that we went to the the pull bars memorial site. They have been permanently moved to Twin Hickory Park. In remembrance, we did a triple check of dips on the pretend plastic edge border (now named crab dips), jump squats where you reach for the pretend pull up bars and the timer runs the path around all the courts.
We then took to the high ground and visited burpee hill. We did ten, nine and then eight burpees (with a ten count in between) and then moseyed to the new pickleball lot. There we continued the burpees but like the high school kids who were likely in our same spot last night, we did were fire and did 6 7.
This group of champions took over one of the champion courts and did five and then four burpees. Then we did a four corners of ten merkins per corner, bear crawling the entire way. That was a bad idea. We then finished with 3,2,1 (6) burpees.
We went back to the lot and did one last triple check. WW2, Flutters and a run to the track and back. After that we moseyed back to the original lot, did a little stretching and then Chicharron flew by. Hope he enjoyed his run.
Guessing many of the regulars were at the Bridge this morning. Next chance at the Bridge is 11/15 with EF Hutton. Reach out to him for more details.
