A solid 17 men posted for some pre-Memorial Day Weekend downpainment. Margo, Jamboree, and YHC sneaked in 2 miles pre-workout. Van Pelt arrived early, but elected to remain in the air conditioned comfort of his car when he saw the intimidating trio of runners setting off on a blistering pace (note sarcasm). I think he was catching up on facebook and tweeter, truth be told.
The Thang
Abbreviated disclaimer given before setting off to the Tartarus aka parking deck. 10 seconds into the run we U-turn to collect McGee who is late or just-in-time or just doing his best Scabby impression.
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Good work by all today. Always a pleasure to lead the strong men at Centurion!
Enjoy the holiday; have fun, be safe, and pause to remember why we get a three day weekend. With that in mind, I’ll leave you with the first chapter of In Flanders Fields:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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