Tag: Currahee

Having no Q, I suggested a route I could run in 45 minutes: Pump to Falconbridge to Raintree to Ridgefield to Cox to Brookmont to Crowncrest to Thistledown to Pump and back to the start. About 4 to 4.5 miles. The others ran ahead and doubled back to meet me on Pump.

Announcements:
Convergence tomorrow on the 250th birthday of the USA.

Prayer Requests:
Keep your family in your prayers.

COT
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,”

I’ll highlight a few points: “Unalienable” means our rights do not come from either a king or a majority. They are a part of who we are, ‘God given’ and they cannot be taken away by a king or a majority. “Secure these rights” meaning first comes rights and then comes government. The government exists only to preserve our rights, not to grant us rights. “Just powers” meaning the ONLY powers the government has are JUST powers. Any other powers are not legitimate.

The Declaration of Independence summarizes the developments Natural Law (From the ancient Greeks such as Aristotle and Heraclitus to the Stoics to Thomas Aguinas to John Locke, among others) and reflects the history of the English Civil War and the Glorious Revolution of the 1600s.

5 showed for the pre 4th meltdown, collectively we came up with our route. The covered bridge Buffapple trek with a little longer pull back to hit 4 miles. Pigskin impressively showed after arriving back to the states at 9pm, no surprise. Hot run but happy to have the fellas show up today!! Convergence tomorrow!! Be there for Gridiron. Pigskin took us out prayers for our families and those that are working through hard times!

6 launched from GHS at 5:30am doing a modified Bro-Code run, which turned into a modified version of the Buffapple Route (IYKYK).

We were graced with the company of Shinnecock (pronounce that anyway you want, he’ll go with it). He grew up in N. Carolina, spent some time in New York, then Houston and most-recently settled in Leesburg (to be closer to his family and his M’s as well). We’ll be seeing him quite a bit this summer, as he’ll be working at Colonial Downs. Welcome to F3RVA Shinnecock!

About 1/2 way through the run, we spotted Pinto – ahead of us, coming back towards us. He reverse engineered the route after trusting his gut that I probably forgot it was the final Friday of the month when posting the route. His instincts, wit and keen knowledge of Westhoe’s streets paid off as he joined our roaming gang of merriment.

Once we reached the top of Buffapple, Salt Lick broke away, heading back to GHS to give Gloom (his 4-legged friend) a little break. The rest of us modified by hitting up Old Prescott, cutting the route a little short.

We arrived BTTF a little early, but all a little stronger.

Numbers. Names.

Announcements: Convergence 7/4 at Grid Iron at 7am. F3RVA’s Founding Fathers are leading. Ask Pinto what you can bring, food and drink-wise. Great time to bring a 2.0 or an FNG. Come on out!

Prayer request: None today.

YHC took us out.

Go do something for someone else today, gents! Thanks for letting me lead and I’ll S(Yall)ITG!

four gazelle showed this morning for a run, no que on the sheet so we decided to do the bro-code run, 4.68 miles covered on a drizzly humid morning.
for coffeteria we decided maybe we would go to Starbucks near Tunnel vision to meet up with some of our other brothers, only to find out just tater posted and he didn’t stay for coffee. The four of us had coffee at Starbucks with interesting conversations about generational differences between now and the past. Looking forward to gypsies 50th Q tomorrow.

So what’s the deal with trail running? (please read this backblast in my terrible Jerry Seinfeld voice)

We start at Miles Godwin High School. Nice parking lot. Sidewalks. Roads. Civilization. And the first thing we do is leave all of it.

Nobody has ever looked at a perfectly paved road and said, “You know what this needs? More roots.”

You get into the trail and suddenly every step is a game show.

“Is that a root? Is it a stick? Is it a snake? Find out in three-tenths of a second!”

And why are roots always exactly where your foot wants to land? The entire forest floor is a giant practical joke.

Then you’ve got the creek. We crossed that creek so many times I started wondering if the creek was following us.

“Didn’t we just cross you?”

“Yep.”

“And now we’re crossing you again?”

“That’s right.”

The wooden bridges don’t help. Nobody trusts a wooden bridge in the woods. Every guy who steps on one does the exact same thing. He slows down and looks at it like he’s evaluating a used car.

“Looks okay…”

creeeak

“Maybe not.”

Then there’s the cobweb situation. The first guy on the route isn’t a runner. He’s a human windshield. Thanks Lighthouse!

Every spider in the county spent all night constructing a beautiful web and we’re charging through like a parade float.

And the guy behind him? Completely fine. That’s the injustice of trail running. One guy eats the web, the next ten get a clean path.

At some point we ended up in Stone Run. How do you know you’re in Stone Run?

Because somebody always says, “Are we in Stone Run?”

And three different guys answer with three different levels of confidence.

“I think so.”

“Pretty sure.”

“No idea.”

That’s not navigation. That’s a focus group.

Eventually we found our way back through Trellis Crossing and returned to the school, looking like a group of men who had escaped from somewhere.

You know you’ve had a good trail run when you get back to the parking lot and think, ‘Look at this place… roads, signs, pavement. We’ve really come a long way as a society.”

Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.

In a reverso of two weeks ago, Wally posted and Mr. R fartsacked.  Here’s where the rest of us went.

• R on Pump
• L on Sunrise
• L on Waterford
• L on Church
• R on Pump
• R on John Rolfe
• L on Glen Eagles
• L on Summerwood
• L on Burnside
• R on Pump
• Back to Godwin and VSF

Numberama, Nameorama, COT

MOLESKIN

Whether it’s a hand gesture or a comment about being juicy, Salt Lick has a knack for making the COT uncomfortable.  Some of us talked bourbon this morning.  It’s SpiritsPalooza today and tomorrow for those in the know.  Happy hunting.

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Summer Tour

Prayers for Charlotte

Lunch Tuesday at Taziki’s (Innsbrook)

10 men came out for a run. All right turns at Pump, Raintree, Falconbridge, (not ridge) and Pump. YHC had proposed a death run on Gayton, but fortunately that was vetoed.

10 studs didn’t let a little rain deter them from the grind. 8 runners. 2 ruckers. And no dogs this week. Wally was itching to go actually, but doodles hair is a bit like Bob Marley’s after playing in the rain.

Everyone took various routes through and around Deep Run Park. Hutton and Up Chuck exited the back of the park and were spotted going down Cox (hehe). Pinto braved the park, but took a shortcut back to GHS. And the ruckers returned to the flag in time for the end of the prayer at COT. It’s U V U and we all got in 45 minutes of movement. Mission accomplished. Well done men!

BTTF 4 COT: Names. Numbers. Announcement: Memorial Day Convergence at Dog Pile at 7am. Check with Handshake if you’d like to bring some water, gatorade, etc. Handshake’s son, Trip, and Pinto’s son, Ethan, both celebrate b-days today. Happy Birthday young men!

No prayer requests. YHC took us out, Pigskin sytle (dropping a little knowledge before the prayer). The knowledge, summed up by AI:

“The human body operates as an inescapable ledger for our emotional truth.

When we engage in denial and suppression, we do not eliminate our pain; we merely force it underground. This trapped psychological distress routinely manifests as physical pathology, driving genuine psychosomatic illness and chronic dysfunction. The body cannot sustain the burden of a divided self.

True healing begins only when we stop resisting our reality. Crucially, acknowledgment is not a passive surrender, but an active, necessary confrontation that relieves the physiological toll of deception and allows the nervous system to return to equilibrium.” There are no stone-wall men amongst us. Life on life’s terms impacts us. Acknowledge what you experience, and move through it. Allow it to guide you. Don’t get buried beneath it.

Happy Memorial Day weekend gents! Go out there and do something for someone else today. SYITG!

Thirteen gathered to sniff each others’ butts and put down a few miles.

Here’s where:

• Exit Godwin via Maremont
• R on Raintree
• L at Raintree Racquet Club and loop around the lake
• Continue on Raintree
• L on Deepwood Cir
• R on Raintree
• L on Falconbridge
• R on Pump
• Back to Godwin and SF

Numberama, Nameorama, COT

MOLESKIN

Third Friday of the month is now Bring Your Dog to work day at Currahee.  Just don’t do so if you’re an FNG.  Or maybe do.  Salt Lick has an interesting new way of conveying his name during the COT. 

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Prayers for Charlotte

Flatline Q at DogPile tomorrow

Memorial Day convergence

Flatline/ Offshore Happy Hour TBD

If only Gypsy’s brush guard could have cleared the signage at Cottrell then Pigskin wouldn’t have ended up at Three Chopt and Gaskins.

Here was the prescribed route:

• R on Pump
• R on Buffapple
• L on Singingwoods
• R on Brookmont
• L on Cox
• R on Cedar Knoll
• R on Cottrell
• Merge onto path into Deep Run Park
• L onto main road through Deep Run Park
• L on Ridgefield
• R on Falconbridge
• R on Raintree/Pump (M/L)
• L on Maremont
• Back to Godwin and VSF

Numberama, Nameorama, COT

MOLESKIN

What Senor Frog does with his fingers on a Thursday night is no one’s business but his.  Mr. Rogers is working on a concept album and ready to rock the Bluegrass Jam to its core next May. 

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Prayers for Charlotte

Prayers for those protectors who put their lives in the way of harm Lunch Tuesday at Tres Machos