YHC and the Davillian Pax welcomed one of our own back from a Brazilian Taylor Swift experience with style–a Taylor Swift fartlek. Was the Pax ready for it, just tolerate it, or did the music selection create bad blood? Whichever way, YHC can shake it off. If you want to exile me from the Q spot for being the anti-hero here, you need to calm down.
The running Pax covered about 4.5 miles, picking up the pace from the beginning of the songs until the first chorus. As for the ruck, Yardsale needs some help measuring. After numbers and names, Yardsale took us out. Is it over now?
