12 descended upon Mary to pound out varying degrees of miles. This is more or less what transpired (probably less)…
Having spotted a late night text from Lockjaw stating he was under heavy sedation from Nyquil, YHC leaped from his Sir Harington and raced to MM to ensure the route was secured. Having agonized at great length (< 1 minute), the state of the PAX (ankle injuries, pending renal deliveries, flu) drove the decision to choose the proverbial Old School route. (This involves up and down routes along Grove of varying lengths….I’m sure there’s a TYA back blast out there that describes this route in more detail…feel free to read it.)
NMS: Nostalgia aside, Old School has never been a favorite of YHC for the simple reason that one has to pass the starting point and keep going. Compounded by the fact that I was low on energy and enthusiasm, it would have been too easy to just stop at MM during the first pass had Sippy not been holding the bar so high – as he is often prone to do.
Other observations and useless thoughts:
- Apparently it is possible to run either while expecting, or while dealing with a severe ankle injury. Highly impressive effort on the part of both those gents (you know who you are)
- A little trash talk will get even the most fatigued and miserable PAX moving…thanks Honey Do for making me step it up.
- Tomato in a ski hat with a large pom-pom, just sayin’
- Speaking of tomatoes, Splinter and I glanced over with envy at the instructor who was leading the tomatoes in a series of stretches. This prompted Splinter to recall a very humorous scene from the movie Couples Retreat…I’m sure he’d be happy to share the link