Three average runners and Doozy set off from Midlothian Middle on a quest to tame the mean streets of Northern Midlothia. The route took us through the Old Towne and into Salisbury.
Runs haven’t been quite the same without Tobit, but halfway through the course we identified our new squirrel (the runner who panics and separates from the pack when a car approaches). As we wandered into the Salisbury neighborhood, the most dangerous part of the route was afoot and a speeding car was fast approaching the hairpin turn. Three of us took the inside track on Winterfield Rd to provide perfect visibility for the oncoming commuter; Bullseye darted across the road and turned on a flashlight, daring the driver to choose one side vs. the other.
We all survived and YHC missed an opportunity to throw flak at Bulleye so I decided to call him out here. Tobit, you’ve officially been replaced. You’re welcome.
Numberama, Namerama
Prayers for Wedding Singer’s good friend who is struggling through what looks like the last phase of his cancer journey. Lift up his wife, 3 young kids, and friends as they walk through this difficult time.
