5:15 am came and TR was still in the back of his SUV rubbing down who knows what, others were checking the back of their minivans for carbs their 2.0 May have left between the seats, and the rest were just standing around jibber jabbering. It was a lax morning.
Once we got started we immediately fell into rhythm. So much in fact that we resembled a 12 man army unit running in formation. #strangecoordination
The formation broke down at the mile mark where the real work began. The goal was either 1-mile or 2-mile intervals at Threshold pace whichever tickled your fancy.
It all gets cloudy at that point as O2 levels were strained for the rest of the workout. Brat was on some different plan as usual and ran so fast his Swiss miss tassels flowed in the breeze impressively.
Haggis saw red at the end trying to pass Turkey Leg in the last 0.25 mi. TL would have none of that and held him off with a final sprint to the finish.
That’s all I have. Chime in the comments with your observations.