YHC has never been called a runner. He hates running. He has spent his life avoiding running and even walking of any significant distance. F3 came into his life and now he runs. YHC loves and hates F3.
YHC is also competitive, so when he saw the beatdown that the North Shore gave to South in last year’s Krazy Ivan, he was determined to help his brothers overcome the conquerors from the North. He may not run fast. He may not even be able to finish the Krazy Ivan, but YHC is going for it on January 19th.
So this week and next week’s Fight Club will run in preparation for the Krazy Ivan. A pax of four arrived ready for a good training run in the mist and fog with outside temps in the low 60s.
YHC gave the welcome, disclaimer, and led a short warm-up of 30 SSH, 10 Windmills, and 20 Peter Parkers.
The Pax went to the top of levee, and we ran 20 minutes to the west. War Eagle and Rev Sox traveled 1.9 miles out west and then back to the boxing statues while Hawg and Hokie Powkey traveled 1.75 out west and back. The highlight of the run occurred about 1/2 down the path when War Eagle barely missed stepping on a dead possum on the path. Since War Eagle is from Alabama, YHC expected him to collect the Possum and take it home for his little lady to cook up for dinner, but to YHC’s suprise, War Eagle left that good country meat on the path.
The Pax came in right at 6:15 for the count-off, name-o-rama, announcements, and prayer.
Thanks for the run brothers,
Rev Sox
