Well, the humidity this morning was as thick as Pitstop’s calves. So thick, that it felt as if you were swimming down the road.
The day began with a standard. As I ran towards Birkdale, I ran into Cherry bomb, who informed me that it was pure barre day so he could only run from 5 to 545. So he ran the standard with me, and then connected with matlock for another standard.
Tuffy then arrived, and combined with matlock, and YHC to run the Vern. It was a sweaty mess, but we worked our butts off. We earned the sunrise.