Woke up to a pitter patter of the rain. Grabbed an invisible Mary Poppins umbrella and scampered down to the DQ.
Low and behold two great gifts were lurking in the darkness. First, the infamous Pipeline gracing us with his wit and deep salt and pepper beard. Then the second, the man I have been trying to headlock for over a year, shows up out of the blue. Welcome FNG.
Little did he know our fair Chimay, aka Goldilocks, has a treat in store. He wraps up his hair like Raphael Nadal and gets ready to rumble.
Off to the track for little 'Run to random points and run back' action. Chimay writes about his love of Jazz, and this certainly was the mark of a jazz artist improvising with whatever suits his fancy.
Our dear FNG notices how far we are running away from the DQ parking lot...when will we turn back?..he wonders
Off to Marlbourough for the sickest hills this side of the pueblo. Diamons and wide arms to get that pump. After sufficient drenchage of the clothage, Chimay decides its time to get on our 6 for some Mary and make sure we didnt leave any dry spots.
We moseyed to Ashley elementary school for what can only be described as a 45 degree mud hill. It is a miracle no one ate a mud pie crawling up this feature on a wet morning, suitable only for the bravest of Q's.
Pipeline shared his passion for symmetrical muscle development, so CHimay accomodated by calling some curb alternating merkins. Thats curbside service.
I think Chimay forgot where we were because I here "ON YOUR BELLY, on 3 everything you got to the stop sign." We succumbed to this command...but typically this is left until the end, w had a solid 1/4 mile left afterwards as bonus.
We slid into home base with one minute to spare. Our new Jordan FNG shared intimate details of his life for the naming ritual, of which not a single thing was heard due to the 18 wheelers flying by 15 ft away on a wet Wilkinson road. Someone heard him say "I like tea"...thus Crumpets he was christened. Welcome Crumpets!
It was a tough beatdown, my head was a bit thumped because I took the wrong exit on the way into work, lost in oblivion. Congrats Chimay.
Keep posting, keep headlocking. Do not be discouraged. Be of good cheer. Today, there is a man out there that needs you to lift him up. At a minimum, the man you will be tomorrow needs the man you are today, to do the hard things, pour into others and make impact.
Love,
Evil