An unexpected Tuesday ruck culminated late Monday night through text. Whatever it takes to get people out seemed to be the theme.
When I arrived, I couldn’t help but notice the undercurrents of tension. Little did I know that this was actually a recon mission for Flyboy’s ongoing grudge against New Market. I’m not even sure they’re aware. In his words, “I’m behind enemy lines.”Fandango seemed slightly jealous and the other side of Hull St remained neutral. I’m not sure what’s going on between RoundTrey and New Market, but everytime I’m with Flyboy, the tension seems to rise. I hope they come to terms fast.
All joking aside, spirits were high and we were off, discussion topics were all over the place this morning; from Satans Hills deceptive elevation, to past extreme F3 workouts and our inspiring F3 brothers. It quickly transitioned to mother in laws, to how many kids is too many kids, to the US’s enormous defense budget, to a Rudy Q getting lost in NM, to how palatial NM is compared to RT, etc. But most importantly, we concluded that walking in the woods at night is scary and that John Denver is full of… well you know. All in all we covered about 2.5 miles, always a nice way to start the day.
Thanks for coming out and supporting YHCs ailing back on a random Tuesday morning. I seem to learn something new everytime I’m out. Until next time.
