Pine Coned

Pine Coned

I figured most guys would go for the #TripNick at the Murderhorn.  That’s a mighty fine hill and most guys running the BRR need hills.  Or maybe they’d post at Anvil and watch Bushwood show off his young knees.  I was thinking it would be me on Gloss, and maybe Radar if he could muster the energy in the midst of his pre-vacation, pre-BRR exercise-bulimic purge.  Heck, after 4 days of solo runs on the TX moonscape, any companions were a welcome sight.   15 was gravy. (Were gravy? A conjugate visit would be greatly appreciated).

Since Gummy didn’t bring indenture any new guys this week, we trained our attention on Daisy, a former Metro pax who got sick of all the running and #MetroArms and moved down to A51 for embiggenment.  Just not today.  Today, we’d be running off campus.  So we tucked our keys in your perineum, stowed all purses / European Carry Alls in the trunk and moseyed to Davie for a change of scenery.  “Headlamps? We won’t need them….”

THE THANG

Spackler, Radar, Turkey Leg and some others led the way down the eponymous highway. Gummy was up there.  Lost sight of the leaders while chatting with Semi Gloss about 777’s head covering. He’s clearly either an MMA fighter (mentioning a wool beanie in August not a good idea) or some kind of hipster (which opens wide the door for mocking, deriding).  But absent the beard and flannel shirt, Gloss felt like MMA fighter was the probable explanation, and it was just about this time that we came around the dark corner and found Gummy doubled over in the shadows, like Honey Bee with chalk.  Apparently, he (Gummy, not Honey Bee) got tangled up with a “pine cone” in the dark and almost bit it (“I weebled, I wobbled, but I didn’t fall down.”  It’s not yet clear which Chevy Chase movie that’s from but we’re working on it).  The alternative explanation, and the most likely, is that Gummy was giving 777 the business about the hat and 777 went the full Ronda Rousey on him.  Gloss and I probably saved his life by rounding the corner when we did.  Never saw any pine cones, either.

We eventually make our way down to the Street Lamp Street for a proper time killing warm up, then proceed to run up and down Street Lamp Street doing merkins, dry dogs, and various running combinations.  Gummy seems to have recovered nicely, but is keeping his distance from Ronda.  Lesson learned.

Over to the playground for a few rounds of alternating running and not running, then back on the highway to take it back home. No incidents reported, although I happened to be passing Daisy when, judging by the sounds of the resultant gagging and expectorating, he got a cicada caught in ye olde windpipe. He seemed to have rid himself of it by the time we assembled for backwards lunge walks up the ramp.

And that was it.  Hopefully, the verbal bunting will have distracted the unobservant reader that we did the same workout I usually do that doesn’t involve plates or kettlebells. Turns out that my bland, humorless pre-tweet was a foreshadowing (adumbration anyone?) of a bland, humorless workout. But we did get some miles in, so there’s that.

Finis

COT

Moleskine:  Read the THANG again, you greedy bastages.

Several Announcements from the Pax:

• Skywalker: The Southpark real estate market is back and booming. #DropTop
• Puddin’ Pop: Wednesday is blue shirt day.  All others days: gray shirts.
• Brew: Wednesday is Ike Turner in Board Shorts day.
• Spacker:  It must be time for another vacation.
• Unlce Leo: if you are going to swim the mile, at least have the courtesy not to puke in the pool.
• Radar: Does anyone want to try on my flip flops?
• Fireman Ed: I don’t want to drink anymore.  Take me home.
• Semi Gloss:  Parcheesi.  (Or maybe it was Yahtzee?)
• 777: [Icy, crazed stare. Uncomfortable silence].
• Gummy: [Tucked tail, ears back, looking at his feet.  Uncomfortable silence.]
• Daisy: I parked in the wrong lot.
• Good Hands: I didn’t see any pine cones either.
• Turkey Leg: why are you guys so slow, tall and heavy?
• Back Office: I think I will join the bootcamp lady next time.
• TR: Get the weekly email so we don’t have to do announcements every time.