I can’t blame the PAX for the lack of attendance, the weather was less than ideal and it seems we went out big yesterday with an outstanding showing of 21! However, the disappointment was heavy and the need for a little extra internal motivation was high. A lonely, wet, and slow jog ensued, allowing ample time for some mental reflection.
No mother’s were involved in the writing of this BB.
After focusing on my concentrica (2.3 – Tripp), YHC reached out to the chaos monkey himself to verify that he would be posting and to have some accountability.
It was good to ruck the old route, seeing the houses that are now more built up than before; conversing with a good friend about thinking like an owner; and afterwords having a good book discussion at a coffeeshop where time persistently stands still.
The Wally run happened the day after the Old Metry mosey with a temperature of 32 degrees with a brisk north wind creating a feels like environment of 21 degrees. Many topics discussed including a lot of new builds and homes for sale. Hawg suggested we purchase the John Goodman house for $5.5M and turn it into an F3 house. YHC graciously offered to give a $20, so I’m sure it’ll happen.
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All came out to celebrate Hawg. Some Ran, Some Rucked, others just showed up. All had a good time.
All came out to celebrate Hawg. Some Ran, Some Rucked, others just showed up. All had a good time.
As per usual, the Runners came and killed their workout from Coach Gregg.
YHC did a nieghborhood lap that felt faster than normal. It may have been the cooler air. Here’s to hoping that the weather get’s even cooler!
As usual, YHC arrived to find the runners there early and even a few KnOTters. By the time 5:30 arrived, Boo-Boo was there to ruck, in addition to bringing news that Bolt would be arriving shortly.
After going around the track and finding all the gates locked, we met with Bolt on the track and realized that our neighborhood time would need to be brief.
On YHC’s way back, we saw a Rougarou leaving saying that he’s finally had it with walking backwards. “Why can we walk forwards, and get to our stretching spot quicker?” he muttered under his breath before crossing over the train tracks.
COT ended with praying for all those struggling physically, but more importantly mentally. Don’t hesitate on reaching out to fellow Pax.
KB and YHC pulled up at a little before 5:20 to see a herd of runners running away from the proverbial flag and all of their cars taking up valuable parking space. The days of a Lakeview Clown Car were apparently over.
With just KB, Vagabond, and YHC at the flag at the start time we felt a rumbling, before we knew it, the herd had surrounded us. It felt like a reenactment of the Mufasa Death scene in the 1994 classic, The Lion King. Before we realized what had happened Vagabond was taken away and the herd had left.
KB was nursing a sore ankle and not to leave a fellow pax behind, we went to his car to lift some heavy things. Turns out, the heavy things included, but is not limited to:
a bike
a 80 lb sandbag
20 lbs of laundry (unsure if clean or not)
a 65 lb kettlebell
a 15 lb ruck weight (this was found in the pocket of said laundry)
and some manner of creature that I dare not describe.
After lifting some of the weights around, Triple showed up; apparently he sensed the dirty laundry.
Nearing the end of our weight lifting session, we could hear the lackadaisical languishing of the runner herd; apparently they could start 10-15 minutes before hand, but could run all the way to 6:15.
We ended up with 16 Pax including Vagabond who reappeared unharmed (or rather no worse off than before)
COT involved some education on today’s festivities originally being called All Hallow’s Eve referencing All Saint Day tomorrow and continuing on to All Soul’s Day the day after.
The Mustard packet and YHC started off at 5:30 with just the two of us.
By the end, we had picked up a group of three, Pai Gow and Two Yutes.
Overall a great morning for a workout around Pontiff.
They Runners said that they were taking a book from Scantron’s Knotting experience; they figured if he could walk backwards and have it count for the beatdown, that surely they could take babysteps around Pontiff for 40 minutes and have it count as well.
Meanwhile YHC rucked the normal route and lead the COT back at the proverbial shovel flag. Beautiful morning to get out!
