A PAX eclipsing 40 ditched all common sense for about 18 hours to receive a plentiful helping of each of the three Fs. This was the F3RVA Century Classic.
YHC has conversed with a number of individual PAX members about their experience, taking notes during the event and thinking about how to transcribe all of these memories into a backblast. There is no way YHC could do the stories justice by attempting to capture them for the collective PAX. Then, after chatting with Lockjaw and the (sober) Ronnie, it became clear. Treat the backblast as a living backblast. YHC will make no attempt to capture the essence of this workout, only setting the stage for each and every PAX member to capture it for himself.
My memories are collected below. I encourage everyone to add to this list by commenting with your favorite memory.
Leg 1: Trying to contain my energy for the CSAUP while stuck in traffic for opening night of the squirrels game
Leg 2: Praying for Saab on Meadowbridge and Atlee Rd. Kudos to all that ran that leg, a true game of frogger
Leg 3: All the Mechanicsville PAX member who were not running, companion running with the actual runners. Kudos!
Leg 4: The Creek parking lot is great for fellowship. This truly felt like a tailgate parking lot. The energy, games and conversation were all electric.
Leg 5: The headlamp on my run reflecting all the pollen flying through the air with me initially thinking it was raining. 30 minutes later realizing all that pollen was being sucked into my lungs at an incredible rate.
Leg 6: Hearing of TYA and Swirly questioning if YHC actually marked his legs of the course and me telling them where they can shove it.
Leg 7: Realizing how peaceful and quiet the city can be when when you are in it and surrounded by trees. The new moon highlighted the stars and all their brilliance.
Leg 8: Showing up to Hoedown and having Ronnie greet us after his enjoyable evening.
Leg 9: Marv almost taking out another animal with his running shoes.
Leg 10: Thinking about how comfortable it is to try to sleep on the top of a picnic table.
Leg 11: Watching the back and forth between Saab complaining about not being able to sleep and Upchuck for waking him up.
Leg 12: Waving to the UR security guard while sitting in a white van with 4 men laying on the ground. He waved and continued by.
Leg 13: Marv learning that Fudd was going to show up only for leg 18 and would still get a tshirt.
Leg 14: Seeing Lockjaw drive 20 in a 45 on Charter Colony so he could stay between the lines.
Leg 15: Reminding Marv that Fudd was still sleeping.
Leg 16: Hearing of a certain individual’s multiple escapades to the bathroom at a singular Wawa.
Leg 17: Making the van take a 3 mile detour to Wawa so YHC could get a breakfast hoagie, thus missing the final hand-off.
Leg 18: Pulling into Dogpile, realizing it was almost over and thinking the whole experience was too fast.
This humble correspondent would like to thank everyone involved with making this event successful, especially those listed in the QIC list. Without it, this would have been a completely stupid and utterly failure of an event.