
What is FDC?
Some would say that it stands for Fuera de Control. And that would not be an inaccurate statement. There's a crazy bunch of mofos in this group I hold so dear.
More recently, there are some that have said that it stands for Familia de Carino. And that is also a veracity.
But as usual, I start a post and reference a subject that would take far too long to delve deeply enough into. And this....especially this, is one of those subjects.
In short, FDC are the initials of the very special guy who started the group. I want to say that it's a group of runners training for the ING Marathon in Miami. But THAT would be a falsity. Because FDC is so much more. But for now, let's call it a running group.
So today, I'll lightheartedly refer to one of the things about FDC that I'm not so crazy about: the team colors.
They happen to be black and yellow. And yes, I am aware that many things share those same colors. Some football team. Little buzzy things.
I am also aware that there's a song celebrating this color combo.
It doesn't change the fact that I'm just not a fan. Of the football team. The buzzy things. Nor of the song, really.
Ok, so it's not so much the black I have a problem with. It's the yellow.
You see, my skin color....it just doesn't allow for my wearing yellow. In the past, I've made exceptions. I've tried varying shades of this sunny hue. But it almost invariably ends the same. Instead of looking happy or perky, I just look ill. Jaundiced, if you will.
So when I joined this group and saw that the shirts were yellow, (not black with yellow accents as I had hoped) I was taken aback.
But as the weeks progressed and my love affair with these crazy people deepened, I came to terms with the fact that I would, indeed, have to sport the shirt. (I mean, I didn't HAVE to. Nobody forces us to wear it. It's not THAT kind of group.)
Anyway, as the ING drew closer and I looked around at my fellow running mates, I found myself jealous of those who already owned the coveted yellow shirts! (We don't actually get to own one until we pass a very secret ritual that I could share with you but then, well....you know.)
When I was finally initiated and was deemed worthy enough to don the shirt, I was suddenly in a frenzy to find accessories to match. (For what I hope by now are obvious reasons, I didn't own anything yellow.)
And then, it dawned on me. I love this team so much that to shout from the rooftops that I belonged, I would actually risk looking like I had Hep C. Now, that's a special group in my book!
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