Rolling down Main Street like majestic steeds cars stopping to gaze in wonder while we soak up the moon light. Honestly the attention and praise from complete strangers who were clapping and honking their horns at the small parade of F3 pax was quite exhilarating. Once we got to noonday park which was closed we were able to fade out of the spotlight and focus more on running and breathing heavy as the trip back to Canyons would be almost completely uphill. Once back at Canyons Narco stained the curb with his sweaty ballsack and wanted everyone to notice how big it was. It was a glorious morning for a run with the fine fellers. At the COT we prayed for HardHitting to recover from his ailments and for the F3 teams that are running BRR this weekend.