3 regulars, a summer tourist, and a local tourist (YHC) showed up at River Run with no Q on the sheet so I grabbed the reins and called the OG. Wedding Singer knew exactly what to do and led Bullseye up the hills of Tarrington. Doozy hung with EF and I for the baseball talk but sped up on his own when conversation switched to 2.0s swimming. The hills were rough, the air was thick, and the pace was slow but all finished and are better for it at the end of the day.
