12 galloping gazelles, one rover on two wheels, one owl whisperer, and one lanky giraffe gathered in the swamp that was Spider Run this morning. No one signed up for the Q so YHC enthusiastically called River Run to avoid all the downed trees and power lines. A few lower body tweaks here and there but no electrocutions. All in all a successful morning.
Across the bridge. 4 milers do the half clover leaf and return. 5 milers to Rockfalls and return. 6 milers a few hundred yards past the Williams dam and return. A few spartans braved Custis and reached the summit at Cherokee. Kudos to Swirly, Sippy and Swiper? who made that decision.
The air was thick that day my friend. Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. The PAX got about 50 feet out before the great humidity beast appeared before us. I tell you it was 100% if it was 10%. As if sensing our presence, he let out a great bellow. The PAX said… “easy big fella”. Then as we all struggled, we realized something was obstructing our breathing. From the path we were running we could see right into the eye of the great beast.
From out of nowhere, a huge trough of stale air sat on us like an oppressive regime, it opened our pores and we found ourselves face to face with the great humidity beast We had tears streaming down our faces. We could barely see it was so thick, but we knew something was there. So we slogged forward, step by step until we pulled out the obstruction.
Well, it was not a Titleist out there today but it certainly felt like I was running with an obstruction in my blow hole. What a ridiculous morning to try and run. Great job to everyone out there. Go out and be the best that we can be, this weather has to be past us soon.
Convergence this weekend, PuppyPile the following weekend, CSAUP 10/20. Plenty of opportunities for brotherhood and fatherhood.
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