Five HIMs aggregated round the viridescent cloth carpeted poker table that was the gloom to receive their preordained beat down, dispensed from the F3 workout deck provided by YHC. With coupons in hand, used for the purchase of their buy in, the cards were dealt, one by one. While diligently shuffled, assiduously cut, the deck still provided to each player innumerable merkins, arduous sprints, sweat soaked garments, and a haste filled karaoke. While Vincent, Crash, Pastel, and Nutty Professor may have taken the lion’s share of the pot, it was I that walked away feeling the most enriched for having led them.