File this one as one of those better-late-than-never backblasts… Well, young Grover finally hit 18. Yes, it’s still a long road to respect (just ask poor Grundy), but a pretty big milestone nonetheless. We celebrated the day by getting up ridiculously early to put in a little work in some …
Imagine Cowbell’s face when he arrived (on time, give the man credit) to the AO to find Waterpik and YHC, fresh out of Covid quarantine, as the only two pax present. Had Hog’s Breath posted (he broke his quarantine spell the day before at the Marsh), Cowbell might’ve just gotten …
Ah, there was holiday spirit in the chilly, night air: the smell of firewood burning, the twinkling of white Christmas lights, and, of course, the angry mutterings of one Jose 10k exiting his car. Apparently, Cowbell had pulled up behind him and, with the height difference between the two cars, …
(From Bird:) Better late than never posting the backblast, fellas. It took me long enough to Q my first Saturday so it’s only fitting that it takes me this long to put this out, but PAX is always encouraging and won’t let you fall behind. Thanks to the 22 who …
My M recently brought home another cat. That’s right, we have two. And a dog. And a rabbit. (And two frogs, but those don’t count, as I expect one or both to die any moment now, just as all our fish have.) The new cat was supposed to be an …
YHC issued a GroupMe message last night in an attempt to lure a few more bodies over to The A1C: no gloves required. That’s right, no coupons. No bear crawls. Hell, I’d even drop burpees from the menu! (This, of course, was more of a technicality, as you’ll see below.) …
Back in the day, YHC was really into the Choose Your Own Adventure series of books. One of the few I remember was called The Cave of Time, where you enter this cave and, depending on the path you choose, you might find yourself stuck in an Ice Age, or …
Granny’s House was supposed to be a wash out this morning. 70% when I checked last night. And as much as YHC appreciates a good wet beatdown, after the Marsh’s Week Zero IPC beatdown yesterday, it seemed like maybe some shelter was in order. Of course, there was no rain. …
Yes, maybe it was a bit cruel to spring a Murph on the Marsh crew on a Monday morning. I figured I’d get a, “Oh hell no,” from Cowbell. And a, “Yeah, that’s great, thanks Steve. After I’ve done 120 frickin’ ISI squats,” from Jose. And a lot of eye …
It’s been threatening rain all week. And the forecast for Thursday evening’s F2 beatdown was no different, with a 60-70% chance as of that morning. YHC seriously envisioned 10k and I sitting under the gazebo drinking alone (he his bud light tallboys, me my overpriced hipster beer), while 10k grumbled …
