12 pax posted in the gloom looking for and providing accountability; some ran, some KnOTted, some rucked. YHC wanted to test if there was an impact on speed if one is chased vs being chased so Lions and Gazelles was born.
The disclaimer was given and off we went while the ruckers were informed they’d have a one minute head start to account for the estimated difference in pace between the lion (YHC) and gazelles (them) so I did burpees (it IS MABA month after all). Would it take more or less than a mile to catch them?
I could feel parts of my legs I didn’t know existed right away so clearly being the lion impacted my pace but what about the gazelles? I expected to find out in about 15 minutes. Unbeknownst to me, the gazelles did an un-gazelle thing and hid in the bush until the lion passed (instead of “running” as they’re built to do).
YHC hit the first lengthy straight away and presumed the figures in the distance were the gazelles (“ignore the new leg sensations or starve, lion” was my mantra) and then I lost sight of them. As the turn near Metaire Rd came I realized, so I thought, they’d altered from the agreed upon course; none the matter, mile one was coming and Siri shared the pace was 14’05”–keep pushing. The next turn came and the straight away betrayed the gazelles’ course altering—vindication…and time to eat!
It was close to mile two before I’d catch them and just before the feast, the gazelle known as Charmin confessed their TWO dastardly deeds. Another ruck will be required to know how YHC’s pace is impacted as a gazelle.
Thanks for the new pace, gazelles. COT.
