Welcome to the Cone of Uncertainty

Six PAX joined together this morning to celebrate our commitment to poor judgment in the face of a deadly hurricane.  We raised the flag of false bravado and lauged death in the face all the while wondering silently if we were making a mistake by hunkering down whilst Florence crawled ever closer.

To pass the time we decided we would ruck across the EI bridge and back, just in case the storm took her away and we are forced to resume ferry service to get to the Green Mile on Monday.

All in all we covered over 3.5 miles but, more importantly, we can tell our grandchildren that when we we young not even a massive hurricane could keep us from working out. Those future kids are wus**s.

As if to put an exclamation mark on the end of our stupidity sentence,  lunchbox and juicebox pulled in to the parking lot packed up and ready to head to Disney just in time to take us out in prayer. I knew that guy was smarter than the rest of us, but dang, to just rub our noses in it like that.

In all seriousness, the clan Lunchbox stopping by is really a metaphor for this thing we are all lucky to be a part of. It really meant a great deal to me (& I’m sure all of us) that he thought enough of the group to spend that quiet moment leading us in a prayer of thanks.

Be safe brothers and thank you for letting me be a part of F3 Carterico.

Navy, out.

SYITG