YHC and BEP found ourselves the lone 2 pax at Samson, but the coffee card was not played – not even discussed. We elected to knock some MB Half Marathon rust off with some laps around the parking lot and church, stopping for sets of squats, merkins and flutter-kicks.
It was determined that other would-be pax must have fartsacked after F3 Dollar Beer Night at the Checkers Hockey game the night before. YHC had the draft fog for sure, but it was good to shake it off with BEP at Samson.
Prayed for Bob Ross’ mom as she was having brain surgery later this day. Heard from him later and all went very well. Praises up.
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