11 of the coolest pax in F3LKN arrived at Wynfield Clubhouse for our 2nd annual Ghost Run (route looks like a ghost on Strava).
0530 rolls around and there is no sign of our Q (Popcorn). Where is Popcorn!?!? Did he fartsack? Did his body subconsciously drive to FKT this morning? The Pax immediately grew skeptical! Nobody believed Popcorn fartsacked and EVERYONE assumed he would be waiting somewhere on the route to give us a good shock.
The skepticism was so high that nobody wanted to start the run. They were not going to be first to stumble into whatever Popcorn had planned.
We finally headed out on the Ghost Route – down Wynfield Parkway we went. The Pax were on high alert the whole run. Anyone or anything that moved had to be Popcorn!!! We yelled “hey Popcorn” to so many complete strangers who were out walking/running in the gloom. Jaws forced Slingshot to run closest to the tree line so he would be our first line of defense.
Given my fondness for Popcorn, the Pax started to think I was in on the prank. Unbelievable! I would NEVER betray the Pax in this manner. I mean, a couple times during the run I did yell “THERE'S A FLY IN THE OINTMENT” but that obviously had nothing to do with some “plan”.
We reached the greenway and all thought to ourselves, what a great place to hide and scare the S#@! out of somebody. I’m certain we saw Popcorn hiding in the bushes at least three times. Up Ranson we go, fly by Gladiator, and then back into Macaulay to complete the Ghost Route. The whole time still looking for Popcorn.
We made it back to launch with no tangible sign of Popcorn. At that point we all realized that Popcorn is on another level with his Qs. The man sent out a preblast, got a ton of dudes to show up, and then Qed from the fartsack! Or did he?!?! We may never know.
Until next time,
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