- When:6/6/07
- QIC: Chelms aka Tater Tot
- The PAX: Chelms (Q, R), Checkpoint (R, WD), Rachel, Thin Slice, Federalist, Turkey Leg, Disney, Black Jack, Spooky John, Baracus, Ann & Hope, Stone Cold, Voodo, Chico, Tweetsy
The mystery of Sasquatch remains Unsolved
Clock hits 5:15 and the rain is coming down on the toughest course in Charlotte so naturally only the toughest 15 hombres show up for the first installment of McHorsey 2017. Trophy winner on 8/28 will likely be someone that trains on this motherf#T%3er all summer.
The Thang:
We ran (no COP allowed – site rules state clearly). Straight to top of Yucca Succa and back to bottom (from the words of Horse Head, McHorsey co-founder – touch the man hole cover just like Chester). Next run the Mountainview/Wilby loop and then repeat as many times as you can before Pledge of Allegience at 6:08 (6:09 as we had to wait for some do gooders trying to get extra credit or don’t now how to set a watch). Head pack to parking lot for COT with mileage anywhere from 6 to 7.5 (roughly). Beauty of this is is that the rabbits can sprint all they want and we still have no man left behind.
Naked MS
Right out of the gate the confusion starts.
Checkpoint – “Chelms, did you tweet that we start at 5:00am?”
Me – “Nope”
Checkpoint – “I thought I was late”
Me – “Nope”
Guess Checkpoint supports #FakeNews
Without Horse Head, FW, Honey Bee recruiting for his BRR team, and a few other characters, there was a shortage of material this am. Writing this BB is my only job as Q today and writers block is setting in given no one wore ridiculous outfit, threw up (hard to believe or maybe I missed), or tangled with Chester. Even the guy walking his dog was no where to be found and the flag pole was not lit for us. Ann & Hope ran by it 4 times and still had to ask where we stop at 6:08 (or 6:09 – whatever).
No Chester siting and no Fishwrap or Margo, which means we still don’t know the answer to the Sasquatch mystery. There was a truck with the lights on during first lap so maybe Chester or his mom had to leave early for work. Since Prohibition has been riding my coat-tails since he agreed to Co-Q, I am goingt to assign him task of installing one of those cameras to catch Chester on film so we can solve the mystery. Spooky Jon even tried to lure him out (#dangerous) by taking off his shirt to get him out of the house/tool shed but it didn’t work. I think Stone Cold did notice (Spooky Jon and not Chester).
My BRR team totally fart sacked and left me to tow the line for all nine men. Having an old man carry the team, again, is not smart planning (especially since I already claimed the shortest legs). Guess they don’t mind finishing at 6pm on Saturday. Prohibition did claim scheduling conflict several weeks ago but I’m not sure where his priorities are since he had plenty of time to adjust his schedule. I understand EE and Glass Joe have to drive in from so far out in the country that it takes two tanks of gas and they don’t speak the same language as the rest of us (some cajun/creole/jive mix) but the rest are just lame.
I needed a telescope to see the leaders but looked like Federalist, Thin Slice, and Rachel were setting the pace with Turkey Leg, Checkpoint, Disney, and Black Jack not too far back. The best trophy in all of F3 will be up for grabs on 8/28 unless Fishwrap or his 2.0 has become too attached to relinquish. Given I’m partly named after a conservative (Jesse helms combined with Chapel Hill is Chelms), need to get the story on naming of Federalist. Lots of good stuff in those writings and the UNC Chapel Hill library may even have a copy.
Don’t know about the rest of the crew but YHC was not ready for the hills and the hills won this am. However, we have 12 more weeks so it’s not over until its over. Voodoo kept me company and we pushed thru this gloom. This workout starts with dread at 5:15 and ends with elation at 6:15 when done. Pushing our limits is why this site is so popular (except with my BRR team).
JRR Tolkein, the fighting Mongrel per Dredd, is up next Monday. The easy week is over and now the real Parade of Horrible’s starts.
As always, it was an honor to lead (from the six) this great group.
Announcements:
Collecting food for Calvary Baptist Church food pantry. Horsey site looking to collect cans of Tomato paste/sauce and/or 1 or 2 lb bag of rice. Please bring next Monday.
Also, consider signing up to volunteer first Sunday of every month to help with Church on the Street assisting in feeding those less fortunate. Stone Cold and I were there yesterday and it was a great experience – God VERY present on N. Tryon under the bridge at I-277.
F3 Dads is now in full swing on Saturday mornings in both Metro and Area 51. Check the web site for details.
Please continue to keep Slaughter in your prayers for continued recovery. Reminds us to be thankful for every day and to use our time wisely – never know when the Big Man up stairs might call us home.
Chelms aka Tatertot author
That would be fightin’ MonGOL… short for Mongolian (which I am not), and also short for Mongolian Banana, reflecting all of my awesome Asian-ness being seen on the outside not inside. Presently I am considering it term of endearment, well, because if not, That would be highly offensive.
Anyway… get ready for a H-McH-A like you’ve never seen next Monday.
YHC really dislikes that horrid Twilight zone mountain of an AO but it sure does push you. Today’s gloom was much like running in a Costa Rican rain forest or at least what I imagine that would be like. At some point, I feel like I’m going to pass myself up there on the hill. Also, I’m sure Chester was there, he just did not want to be seen yet. Give him some time, he’ll “show himself” when he is ready, then be sure to look away. Fightin’ MonGOL will lure him out.
Way to carry on the tradition boys. Sorry I can’t get out with this injury nagging, but I hope to be able to join you sometime this summer.
Prediction for next week: Scooby Doo chase scene featuring Zombie Chester running after Stone Cold and Tolkien pushing Fletch and Turkey Leg around in racing chairs.
– Jason
I found the whole nightmare disorienting this morning, and not just because I am Chico. In the unrelenting darkness and rain, those hills all ran together and I couldn’t tell which one I was on, but every three or four seconds I saw Ann & Hope robotically chug by in some direction or the other, or perhaps multiple directions at the same time. Don’t know if you’ve noticed but he looks a little like the guy whose face melted off at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc, so basically I was running lost through a drenched mountainous maze while being stalked by a clone army of melted face Nazis. So yeah, that was awesome.
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