That one time when I woke up at 4:10am, having experienced a bizarrely rough night of sleep, and ALMOST texted the only other guy with the determination and drive to join me in the gloom for a 10k to say I wouldn’t make it…yada yada yada…he and his babysitter ended up lost in the pitch black woods of Maryland with spray paint and a brush looking for the water tower.
There’s only so much you can learn about your F3 brothers posting every saturday, or even with a few sprinkled weekday workouts. If you really want the opportunity to learn about a guy, run 6.2(+.05) miles at the butt crack of dawn with him. YHC has had that privelage with a number of his fellow F3, and treasured each valuable moment. A rarer treat is the one-on-one. Today’s lesson was the intro course of Who is Mike “EiEi” Farmer, with a refresher course on The Woes of the Wacker.
Two individuals on 2 distinctly divergent life paths, both of which helped shape who they are, converge on Mandeville’s lauded Lakeshore Dr with one distinct piece of shared knowledge – scales are for white people!
A better-than-anticipated pace of 9:03/mm was determined with the use of some alternative math.
Seal Team Hollywood’s a no go with weak walrus reasoning having to do with an event to be c0-attended by mini-wackers.
And, finally, the grass is not always greener…sometimes it’s the color of an awe-inspiring sun set.
