YHC arrived to a festively lit Grandmother’s House to find the likes of Hammer, Steve, and Garfield (the latter whom took off with some of his running peeps). John (EH of Goose) pulled up to join us for the 1st time, Pelican, as is his tendency, walked up seemingly out …
A potential trio scramble featuring YHC, Hammer, and The Pelican in da Hood was dashed by the simultaneous assemblage of avengers Steve, Shooter, Akbar, and Pik. WARM O RAMA x10 IC: High Knees, Butt Kicks, Imperial Walkers, Toe Touches, Mountain Climbers, Scorpion Kicks. It wouldn’t be a proper scramble warm …
Pre-thang was interrupted so that YHC and Jose could retrieve a tool to adjust the basketball goals at the Marsh. Said errand was then interrupted by a damn deer to the side of the truck. Shooter’s been desperatly hunting for a buck all season long, and Bushwcker hits one without …
It’s been said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results (or there-abouts). Though I’m not sure if it’s insanity or simple forgetfulness that leads YHC to return time after time to the Marsh with core on the brain, only to leave with a …
After checking that at least one other man would show, YHC picked up the still unclaimed Q for the Marsh before heading off to bed. Head to pillow, the 1st and last line of thought before plummeting into restful oblivion was of secreted cinder blocks! WARMORAMA all IC x13 (for …
“It’s time for a showdown: you and me. I’m right here, come and get me!” -Lieutenant Dan The forecast called for the front line to roll through about 5am, but upon waking, it appeared that we had just missed the rain and tumult. Still the flashes of lightening and the …
A little chilly for your preference or, as Turbo would have us all believe, perfect running weather? Well, as YHC philosophizes, everything in life is relative, and this is simply one more example. My heart was gladdened to hear that, like myself, Cowbell feels more distinctly at home in the …
So, YHC thought it would be a brilliant idea to run 5 miles to the Marsh this gloom (yes I was serious), which it was. Except for the tragic water bottle to the knee injury, almost being run off the trace by the brightest bicycle light in the world, and …
Pulling up with a few ticks to spare, YHC found a relatively old guard Marsh reunion (given the off kilter schedules of the last month or two) with Shooter, Steve and Waterpik gathered center court. As we got started, 2 more wagons came skidding in ever so strategically. WARMORAMA 10xs …
Arriving at a “late-ish” 5:11, YHC saw no PAX and no flag. Though Akbar’s presence was detected on account of the glowing dash lights eminating from the arborous darkness of the parking lot. More mysterious and less detectable was true-to-his-word Garfield, who was suddenly spotted lurking in the shadows casually …
