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Hey boys, it’s me, Asher

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Hey boys, it’s me, Asher

A locked note for the Thursday crew. Thanks for letting me be your guy.

Sorry fellas. It’s time for me. I hate to leave.

It’s time for me to get serious about the campaign. My Thursdays are going to have to be for the campaign. I have no family to watch the kids, to pursue this goal I have convinced myself to do, I have to go. I love my boys - but Thursdays have to be for the campaign.

We have all become great friends, and I will deeply miss our hangouts. Our comradery. Too many examples to be listed. Tim ordering turkey legs today, Jason’s ice skating, Victor’s muscles, and of course Chaz’s natural athleticism.

Once the campaign is complete, things will be different for me.

I want to be clear — I still want to hang with you all whenever I can. I’m just in a different spot in life right now, and Thursdays have to shift. I’m not walking away because I want to; I’m doing it because this chapter demands it. Thanks for sticking with me through it.

I hope I can remain in the groupchat... but if I have to be axed, I understand.

Jason

I will deeply miss updates on your dating life. I don’t watch reality T.V. outside of Survivor, and you provided that. Super fun. I love your side hobbies. We both clearly love learning new things.

Victor

225 bench? Huge. And you’ve beaten me every time in a triathlon. I thought I had you in the last WAC tri-fit sprint, but you passed me in the run. Lmao.

Thank you for letting me shoot your engagement photos — Erin is awesome. Let’s get a double date scheduled and have Chaz watch the kids.

Tim

Hunter. Swimmer. Your splash of everything brought the group to life — especially in the pool. You help everyone with flip turns like a coach.

I told the group when you weren’t there that I thought I was the fastest swimmer. I’m not. It’s close — but you got me. You’re simply in better shape.

I still hope to go hunting with you one day and blast some pheasants.

Chaz

My dearest Chaz. If I’m betraying anyone, it’s you. My first gym padawan — and you’ve surpassed my abilities. Legendary.

You’ve lost a ton of fat and gained a ton of muscle. You push everyone around you to be better. And yes — you are now the designated tall guy.

I am very sad writing this. If it’s not clear, I will miss you all and tri-fit dearly. You are all welcome to join me at Ray’s Growler Gallery where I will be holding meetings every Thursday.