There have been many times that QIC has thought about coupons to spice up a beatdown. Honestly there has also been a lot of forgetfulness or unpreparedness that has spoiled such ideas. Not this time! Gentlemen, we have garbage bags! Turning the scramble into an easter-egg hunt of sorts, the PAX was prepared to rid our 5k route of every scrap of litter it spied.
Beginning in a more intentionally subdued manner:
10 deep inhalations and exhalations (eyes closed IC)
15 toe touches IC
Off we went! Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who you asked) YHC didn’t grab quite enough garbage bags, and so Chewy and Sprocket mosied empy-handed, more able to focus on their run. The rest of the PAX, upon entering the stretch of road leading to the vaulted, though never close, gates of sunset point, were scrambling at every wayward piece of refuse the eye could detect.
Upon Pelican and my later-than-the-rest return due to a little Wacker gimpiness, there was just enough time for 1 throw of the Dice O Doom by The Pelican himself. Much to the PAX’s delight, 25 putins were all the Dice demanded of them. Waterpik prayed us out, and cold water was had by all!
As some altruistic professionals are never off-duty, Chewy took the time to do a little diagnostics on YHC’s leg issues. I’ve always been quite impressed by the glimpses I’ve had of his knowledge, as well as the true passion he has for his craft. Final diagnosis: there’s a broken Bushwacker who has a lot of “pre gametime” work to do.
Many thanks, gentlemen. I appreciate you all more than you could know.
