Tag: Sunday Funday

Five bandits hopped on the race course sans registration to see what Dominion had in store for the River Rock Half Marathon. All started and finished at Pump House. The routes in between varied, unintentionally.

No one took us out (I wasn’t the Q until just now, so I blame TYA).

NMS: Hot and humid this morning. The 8:00 start for River Rock was way too late. We made it most of the way through the course before we ran into the leaders. Along the way Lab Rat tried to convince a black snake to get off the trail. Ultimately, the convincing worked. That said, never touch the wild life, Lab Rat.

We saw Furley on the course and Saab ran today, but Lab Rat has rules.

The gloom is getting warm.

Four stepped up for four on the Service Road and one hit the roads for today’s edition of Sunday Funday. Temps were sunny and 70 with 150% humidity and rain, according to Saab’s free app, scheduled for later.

Number-am-a, Name-a-ram-a, Hutton took us out.

NMS:

Good run boys. Lots of chatter today about BRR, Field Day, summer heat, train crossings, and donkeys. You can ask, but YHC advises against it.

With apologies to Grantland Rice and Thanos…Outlined against a sunny and 70, blue April sky, the Four Horsemen rode again. In dramatic lore their names are Death, Destruction, Pestilence, and Famine. But those are aliases. Their real names are: Lola, Offshore, UpChuck, and E.F. Hutton (and Sally). They formed the crest of the North Bank cyclone before which another Sunday Funday came together… the sportswriters of the former New York Herald Tribune filed the following story:

Route today was across the bridge, Buttermilk, skip the lariot, two leaps across Reedy Creek, and we crossed at the T. Pottersfield Bridge while performing a Port-a-Sally. Continued on Tredegar St., right on Brown’s Island Way (think really steep hill), left on 2nd St., down the ramp to the North Bank Trail, and, by way of the newly opened section, back to the VSF.

The newly opened section cuts a bit off the length, so today’s 6.55 miles were shorter, albeit hillier, than the prior route.

Number-am-a, Name-a-ram-a, EF Hutton took us out.

Announcements:

Dinner for this month’s Breaking Bread is all-but-green-beans completed and waiting for the 5:00 arrival time

Anyone looking for pain, blisters, and beer on Friday should contact TYA. Consider sticking around for Saturday’s repeat. Then, consider doing so again for Sunday, and at the end you too can say you have done 105 miles on the AT over 3 days.

NMS:

Exceptional morning for a run…good chatter along the way. Way to go, fellas.

Four warriors stuck to the roads in a misty humid morning run. We ran the north route to Pottersfield and then South along Riverside. Bro code style for 7.5m.

Welcome to FNG Boomerang. Boomerang comes to us from a Flying Head Lock from who we think was either, Bootleg, Lugnut, or maybe Upchuck – time will tell. Born in Richmond, Boomerang moved up yonder a piece where he ran the 800m in track. He regaled us with many “real history of Richmond” pieces in a way that rivals Ken Burns – his runner (heh) up F3 Name. Now that he is retired he moved back to Richmond and is getting back into running. BOOM! (erang!)

Trails were still muddy proven by some early warriors, so we hit the access road. Some did more than others, all did good stuff.

Lab Rat apologizes..

With most of F3’s faithful unable to shake off the fart sack from too much basketball and beer, 3 noble warriors bucked the trend for some punishment on RVA’s finest trails.

With no one sure who had the Q and the clock hitting 7am, the PAX took off across the Boulevard Bridge for a 6-7 mile route following the Buttermilk and North Bank trails.

Name-a-rama. YHC took us out in prayer.

NMS. It was great running with Tonka and Flipper as I got to know these 2 great dudes much better. Our conversation ran the gamut from the differences between road running and trail running, how our wives balance us out, the the beauty of crossing Potterfield bridge at sunrise, and how you can’t out-exercise poor eating. We also discussed the concept of Type 1 vs. Type 2 fun. Type 1 fun is enjoyable while it’s happening (cornhole on the beach, happy hour, a boys weekend away, watching UVA win). Type 2 fun sucks while it’s happening, but fun in retrospect (BRR, running a marathon, almost any F3 workout, Rucking, the Murph, The Barkley Marathons).

Today was Type 2 fun and at each challenge these studs soldiered through. Tonka embodied the F3 spirit that I have come to love, stating We started as a group and we’re going to finish as a group. Even when it costs you. Even when it means you take the longer route. Even when it means you run at a faster pace than normal. Bro Code.

See ya in the gloom for some more Type 2 fun!

Ollivander

3 pax opted to spend their Sunday morning enjoying a peaceful run on the trails. The route was North Bank across Belle Isle and Buttermilk including the Lariat. 7.0 miles were run, numerous topics discussed. Perfect.

Lab Rat Apologizes…

A lucky 7 showed up for the first TRAILZZZZ DAY we have had in a while. We all took full advantage of the dry trails by doing whatever we wanted. Lug Nut busted down the OG Loop, while TYA came in and went right back out for another. The rest of the pax enjoyed Forest Hill.

Title comes from running in front of then behind then in front of then behind, etc. Sally on the bridge coming back across. Finally, Offshore said enough is enough and sit/stayed long enough to get me across.

Beautiful morning for the trails again, they have been missed.

6 soldiers ignored the time change and posted on the first time of EDT DST.

The Thang.

Over the river and up the hill, left on riverside drive to the T. Pottersfield bridge, up the hill and back to the pump house.

NMM

Two groups of folks stayed relatively together today. Upchuck, Labrat, Shakedown and Gomer Pyle were in the lead group. Lug Nut and TYA made sure the six was taken care of.

Perfect temp for a run this morning, cool but not cold.

Lug Nut is on a roll. He had a steady, strong pace throughout and then tried to track YHC down at the end. I maintained a steady hundred foot lead throughout, making sure we didn’t get Lug lost. As we approached the Carillon, I heard the footsteps behind me. Lug picked up the pace and was chasing me down the hill. We both gave it all we had, sprinting (kinda) down the hill. He was wishin spitting distance (how about that for using the southern vernacular) when we finished. Thank god we were at the end, because I gave all I had going down that hill.

Great second F at Ellwoods after the run. Saab joined us for a quick cup of tee and a retelling of the various pets he had as a child. New Jersey is a truly interesting place with a unique culture.

Shout out to Bootleg on finishing the Belmonte and working his way through some cramping issues. The man is a beast. Additionally, I love the comradely of F3. Sippy made the trip to wintergreen and ran the last 13 or so miles with his brother Bootleg. That kind of support cannot be underestimated. Congratulations to Bootleg and thanks to Sippy for showing us what supporting someone looks like.

TYA OUT

9 humans and one canine posted on a beautiful Sunday morning at the Pump House parking lot. Route was over the bridge, east on the access road, loop around Belle Island, and back the access road.

NMM:

Lug Nut is killing it. That dude has been rocking out the runs and losing the LB’s. He is getting slimmer and faster by the day.

If you want to piss Lab Rat off, just tell hime you are going to run on the trails when they are wet. Seriously, he will get pissed. More importantly, he is right about not running on the wet trails. It damages the trails and I am hoping to run on them for a long time to come. Thank Mr. Rat for reminding us of when they are closed or not.

When we reached the start of the access road, we were greeted with 50 yards of ankle deep water. Two of the PAX decided to go straight in and get there shoes wet right away. The rest tiptoed through the woods to make it to the other side.

Question is “What is the difference between a trail run and a road run”

TYA Out