Fourteen harriers of varying speeds descended upon the hallowed grounds of Mary Munford for what was advertised as a run but quickly turned into an exercise in personal honesty. With a few minutes to spare, YHC took the Q and unveiled the plan: run down Grove for 23 minutes, turn around, and make it back in 22. Negative splits.
It was a familiar route with an unfamiliar sense of accountability. Go out easy, come back hard. Some followed that guidance. Others just went out hard and came back less hard.
The sixes (Sippy and Phonics) held strong. Phonics remains the only man capable of maintaining both conversation and forward momentum better than YHC. A true cardio philosopher.
Mumble chatter highlights included:
- Shakedown’s luscious locks, which may or may not qualify as a mullet depending on lighting and wind speed.
- Yard khakis: the official uniform of men pretending they’re not just wearing old work pants.
Announcements:
- EF Hutton is headed to the bridge on the 15th. Looking for a few more to join him.
- Thanksgiving Day beatdown tentatively set for Mary Munford at 7 AM. Nothing says gratitude like burpees before pie.
Praises:
- Shakedown’s flow—business in the front.
- All men brave enough to rock yard khakis in public.
Prayers:
- For Saab’s M, caring for her 99-year-old mother.
YHC took us out with a reminder to be grateful for what we have—and to share it with others.