Evidently, the pax think of me as a god.
During our latest ruck from Cornelius to Huntersville and back again, rain picked up despite my weather app clearly stating moisture would hold off until after 8 AM. I was of course blamed for the inclement weather (but oddly, no credit was given when the rain ended). I looked into the deification process and decided I must be the reincarnation of the Navajo’s Tó Neinilii. Seems fitting as he was the god of rain who is represented as a dancing clown.
Moist Moleskin
- For the record, it was Hacker who called the rain … and then conveniently slept in
- YHC planned a similar Saturday morning until Huckleberry called me out on Twitter
- Hall Monitor and Free Pass were out in front most of the way by a good margin
- I was only able to hold them in check by revealing the course a little at a time
- To their credit, they did a lot of squats and merkins while we all played catch up
- Goat would occasionally prancercise to the front, sometimes goading (goating?) Omaha and I to do likewise
- Holiday was described using a cheese analogy due to being in between the main group (the crust) and the fast guys (the sausages) like a gooey string of mozzarella
- Omaha continues to fine tune his backpack and weight choices #DevelopingStory
- Saving the best for last, Huckleberry wore jeans for an 8-mile ruck