17 horrifically disfigured men ran a route for the 4th year in a row that looks kind of like a ghost because halloween.
They launched promptly at 0530 (or so I heard, I wasn’t there), looking out for all manner of scary activity. Out of nowhere, a bear attacked Cherrybomb. His wimpering scream will haunt Wynfield for all eternity.
Then came the murderous trek up Ranson. Seriously…we shouldn’t do this. But then it wouldn’t look like a ghost, so we’re kinda stuck. Enron’s dog almost died.
Then we ran by Gladiator. It was neat.
Then we did hardcore hill, twice. Also, Enron’s dog is more scared of a shirtless man coming out of the bushes than getting hit by a car. Go figure.
Ultraman and Crocs got significantly lost, but Popcorn and Slingshot saved the day.
And I heard COT happened, allegedly.
Thanks for all the fun, pax!