Three men and a Sallydog went out this fine morning for a Sunday Funday trail run. YHC saw Furley show up and take off early but he may have not seen the rest of us. Maybe next time.
We took off across the bridge to the south side and planned to cross Belle to return up Northbank. Fudd wasn’t feeling well and mentioned almost passing out so we let him lead the pace (bro code) and when he decided to turn back we went with him. He insisted that he’d be ok but was told he joined the wrong gang if he thought that’s how we roll.
About 5 miles. Numberama, Namearama, YHC took us out.
Hope the sausage balls were superb
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I ain’t got time to bleed