2 ruckers and a lone runner traversed the friendly environs around AHS. The night before, YHC boldly trumpeted the prediction from his phone’s weather app that any precipitation would hold off until all participants were back home and dry. Potential runners were wise to the folly of this trust and instead chose the certain warmth of the fart sack.
YHC covered just under 4.5 miles on a new (to him) route. Apparently, part of YHC’s pre-published route cut through a gated community which YHC probably had previously learned about and then forgotten. Without any PAX members around, only drivers flying around that corner on Atlee Station Road and whatever animal was rustling in the nearby trees can attest to how YHC completed his route. Yardsale and No Idea probably covered under 4 miles together with a slightly delayed rucking start. Numbers, names, and No Idea took us out, remembering particularly Corned Beef and Hash.
Even in the gloom there is a joy to taking new paths like the one this morning. It can be difficult to keep that sense of joy and wonder in the world during hard times or just during the day-to-day grind. I look forward to seeing the rest of the runners back out soon.