YHC showed up early to the marsh to, yet again, put in some of those runcajunrun miles in. I saw that Hammer took the Q, so I knew he was going to be there shortly. Lap after lap, I saw no “Little Red Chevy” while listening to my usual Prince song. He fartsacked on me, plus no other Mandevillians showed up either. At that moment, the sky opened up and it began pouring down like crazy. What to do?
Simple: turn up the music, rip off the shirt, and run sprints from stop sign to stop sign all through the streets of Mandeville. As I’m sitting in the office waiting to be scanned by the hottest tech in the world, my wife, I wonder what kept everyone away: the weather, the superbowl , Mardi Gras parades, was it something I said, was it something I did, the train washed away my smell, what was it? Why didn’t anyone show? I now know how Russo feels like at the splash pad…. I’m just a Fool in the Rain!
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
