In a torrential downpour, a perfect storm, and on the edge of a tropical storm, three hardy runners set off for the Emerald Isle Bridge. The faint-of-heart farted through their sacs while the heart of F3 Nation took on the beast, the B-E-A-S-T. It was a battle of will and imagination. Along the way we encountered bikini’s, some of them, and a trampoline of all things, but I digress. After doing three hills, dare I say mountains, the trio coalesced to pray for our less fortunate brothers who forsook the challenge. I came home to a warm shower, some hot oatmeal and was all the better because of it. See you for the next hurricane.