Aye, we planted the virtual Shovel Flag and proceeded into the Sunday morning Gloom:
The Faithful:
The Cougar
Dredd
RoboCop
Iron Mike
Air Mike (IM 2.0)
Waco
Senor Chips
Tango Delta
Holtz
McNugget
Moniteur
BlackBird
The Thang:
Inaugural fully F3 sanctioned Sunday morning run-not-named-the-Ritchie-Run (name forthcoming). 5.85 miles with times ranging from 46 minutes (RoboCop, Dredd, Moniteur, Tango Delta and Holtz) to approx 50 min (rest of peloton at various times).
Naked Man Moleskin:
- At 9 months, Air Mike (aka Iron Mike 2.0) joined The Faithful, setting a new record as far as anyone could recall as the youngest War Baby. TClaps for Air Mike, and TClaps for Iron Mike for keeping his commitment to MIron Mike and also working on the running legs. Iron Mike pushed the stroller at a better than 8.0 min/mile pace, more impressive when considering a few of hills littering the route.
- Although this was the inaugural Sunday morning run-not-named-The-Ritchie-Run (name forthcoming) we incurred a Level 6 UA. A Level 6 UA occurs when a Qrusader is in town and (1) commits to post and doesn't AND (2) creates additional confusion by communicating to others that he is DR and cannot post. Aye, Crotch Rocket, the offending Q, its like DEFCON 1 - after incurring a Level 6 UA, things can only improve.
- Man Down: The Cougar came up lame at about mile 4 with a foot/ankle injury, but still managed to finish mid-peloton. He then proceeded to make the rest of the Faithful look bad by taking a limp-filled lap around the parking lot until his Garmin registered 6 miles. As he said afterwards "5.85 miles is not 6. We came to run 6". Very true. We'll have to adjust the route next week to finish at 6 miles to avoid further admonishment from The Cougar.
- Myth Buster: Apparently the Medusa/Perseus myth is just that - a myth - as the Faithful can confirm Medusa is alive and well, having taken residence on Roswell Ave. She has apparently developed a specific displeasure for chirpy early Sunday morning runners. With no route changes planned, be aware of the eyes, brothers, be aware of the eyes.
A head full of snakes and stink-eye to boot.
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