Just another day at the Cove: 4 men, 10k, 0445.
Pre-thang, Bushwacker was on a fact-finding mission about tomorrow’s clown car up to BR for the launch:
“You going?” YHC asked.
“Ah, maybe. Just gathering intel right now.”
Uh-huh. YHC knows what ‘maybe’ means. Bushwacker himself said it not too long ago: “If someone says ‘maybe,’ there’s probably a 5% chance they’re actually going to do it.” I parrot that back to him, then we do a quick countdown, nameorama, and we’re off to the races.
Though with no Southshore to impress, our pace was considerably less aggressive than our Ivan pace from last weekend. Still, we managed around a 9:20 average. The Cove remains the only Northshore beatdown where you can get in some good F2 during the thang, and Shooter never lets me down as a running partner – making the long run pass quickly. Bushwacker and Pelican were right behind keeping each other company.
When Bushwacker rolled in to the finish line clutching his stomach and running for his car keys (something that happens every so often after a 10k), I realized I had forgotten the prayer and said so, but also mentioned that we’d understand his need to run for the nearest bathroom.
Well, Bushwacker is no 5% man. He found a comfortable position while Shooter prayed us out, and was almost immediately touched by the grace of God and regained his composure. (He also committed to tomorrow’s BR beatdown.) It’s as Captain always says, ‘Only above average men out here at the cove.’ Always a pleasure guys, thanks!
