Four runners and four ruckers showed up, ready to pivot if needed, and from the start the chatter was nonstop. The conversation bounced between negativity, positivity, and the deeper “why” behind it all, flowing so freely that we eventually drove Wacker so outrageously crazy he ditched us and joined the runners — rucksack and all. Sometimes his hiney hairs are just wrapped a little too tight. In the end, it was 45 minutes strong, full of movement, laughs, and solid fellowship. Always fun, always good to post, always good for the soul and a little compassion. And let’s be honest — it’s also pretty fun to mess with each other along the way.

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