Apparently, pet’s heads are falling off across the world of architecture today and this engineer is under duress to tape them all back on. So quick and to the point.
The pre-tweet Sunday promised both, “Miles and the chance of an unsettling experience with a half-clothed man,” featuring a picture of a pickled and smiling Gloss. But I repeat myself. Turns out the 13 pax assembled got precious little of either. The miles were supposed to come from innumerable laps around the church. As for Gloss, he claims to have been a victim of both nightmare and nausea. The same can be said for the folks that saw the pre-tweet.
THANG
Disclaim, then mosey 3/4 lap around the church to discover a growth of plates in the grass median. Grouped by 3 or 4. Pax 1, 2 (and 3 if you had one) go off in waves running laps around the church; relieve your man on the plate if you can recognize him by the sight of his hindquarters thrust in the air. Push plate all the way around the church (approx. 1/3 mile). That was the test lap. Depending on how that went, we’d do it two more times for a planned mile of HB and more running. But that would be stupid, so we did some grinders with burners and inch worms. Still unsavory, just not in the Most Likely Fatal sense. Finish that, then run back from whence we came.
MOLESKINE
BYOM this week, folks. Taping heads.
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