The Thingy

We ran the course that Brady Bunch had plotted a few weeks back.  He continues to fight the fartsack and we wish him the best, but mostly will continue to pick on him.

We all ran down Main towards Woodstock Knoll.  Gambler wasn’t “feeling it” and planned on not entering the hills of death but Gut Check had other plans.  On the way back Gambler and Gut Check cut a few cul-de-sacs out of the route and thought they could make it back in time.  Alas, Gambler was carrying some extra weight that wanted to be shed so he slowed his pace.

Arriving a few minutes late, Gambler yells ahead to Gut Check, “Make sure I’m number two in the count!” and veered left towards a port-a-john in desperate need of some TLC.  It would have to do.

Thanks Gut Check for the push and coffeeteria.  Shout out to Sega for leaving a surprise ice cold bottle of water on my car as I missed COT.