It’s all about me

It’s all about me

The crew of Devil’s Turn numbered 23 this week.  We were blessed by an overseas visitor and almost had to send out a search party for a Turkey.  Strong group this morning on a hot, humid summer morning.

The Thang:

Pretty simple this morning although we had a minor revolt on our hands.  YHC was being a little selfish since I had to travel for work and miss my interval workout earlier in the week, I decided to get in my much needed marathon training workout.  The announcement that we were headed to the track was met with the usual mix of mild excitement combined with a touch of annoyance.  Some were more vocal than others (“I’m not doing that”), while others waited until we arrived at the track to pick their poison.  Some opted for the hills in Raintree, and some opted to hit the track.  We seemed to be evenly split.

Skinny Mole

Opinionated group this morning.  Never one to shy away from an opinion, Tiger Rag announced his intentions early that he was hitting the hills vs. the track…which isn’t an issue since the split off point works well right at the entrance of SC Middle.  He also had strong doubts at whether we’d see a backblast for the morning’s event as well #ignoringworktoproveTRwrong.

Once we hit SC Middle, half took off for BRR training hills and others hit the track…some for a more leisurely pace, and a couple Brave souls decided to join YHC and run threshold pace intervals.  Haggis and his brother Doubtfire stepped up to the plate and didn’t make YHC run those on his own….I immediately knew I was in for a tough one after the stories I’ve heard about Haggis chasing his brother all over the hills in Scotland.  Haggis proved to not be very good at math and figuring out his pace….once he realized we were going much faster than we were supposed to he commented, “well…now that we’ve started this, we can’t go slower”.  Hard to argue with that.  We were able to hit 3 intervals on the track but had to head back for COT for the last one….and here’s where it got interesting.  Doubtfire was biding his time all morning running side by side with YHC just slightly behind Haggis.  0.2 miles before the end of the last interval, the fire was lit in his belly to best his brother in front his F3 brethren and he takes off like a bullet.  When the segment was done and we had caught our breath, Haggis looks at YHC and says, “Bunker…that’s what I hate about having a younger brother”.

I’m sure many hilarious things happened in the hills of Raintree…but since I didn’t choose that route I don’t care.

Thanks for the opportunity to lead.

Annoucements

None…yes…even with Tolkien in attendance there were no announcements.