April 10th, 2017 By Grinder

“Oh s#!%, we’re running Chicken Foot today?!” murmured two PAX as we gathered around the shovel flag, waiting for the 0530 gun.  “Guess I can put these gloves back”.  A few of the faithful joked about getting in the car and going home early, only one actually did.

The time came and nine men descended into the darkness of Skywalker to push themselves on some hills for 45 minutes.  One toe in and @Chowder concluded: chickenfoot + sickness = F that.  He was out.  Eight of us carried on.  We ran up.  We ran down.  We tried to keep up with @Google.  We Failed, but kept running anyways. We finished.  We circled up, counted off, prayed, and left with a great feeling of accomplishment on a Monday morning.

Chickenskin:

1. It’s true what they say… it never gets easy.  I was begging for mercy but thankfully @Harding was there to keep me on pace.  It sucks less with company.
2. TClaps to @Google for not only taking the virtual trophy today, but also for sharing his plans for a mission trip to an Argentinian orphanage this summer with his M.  #HIM
3. The Shield is coming up tomorrow night, 8-10pm.  Do what you can to open your schedule up and attend.  Sure, all of the 1st and 2nd F events we do are great, but it’s the 3rd F that we really need to make us better men.  Be there.  Hammer’s house. Tomorrow.
4. It’s @Churchill week here at Skywalker.  VQ for our favo(u)rite englishman on Wednesday followed up by a RED Friday lead.

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