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Monday morning YHC Q’ed a little bit of a CARPEx/Churham get together up in the great cold north of Winterfell. So color me purple when this morning turned into a full-on three regions convergence with men from CARPEx, Churham(ish) and South Wake (legit and former) coming into Whoville. As Riptide would say… “Fantastic!” Never been out here before and vowing not to rely merely on Google, I got up extra early this morning and did a bit of recon work coupled with some EC. [Read More]

I know I’ll be complaining about it come next January but daaaaaamn it was hot and humid and sticky and absolutely bereft of wind this morning. WARNING: If you are coming out to Winterfell and following Google, make sure it takes you to the North entrance. Or, if you decide to take the ‘short cut’ and find the gate closed, make sure the head administrator at Alston is not there to witness you going ‘round the game over the grass. [Read More]

17 PAX came out for the shadiest CSAUP route this side of New Hampshire. Of the ~12 miles covered, I think maybe a mile was full sun. You have got to love the greenways out here! A few weeks back, YHC saw @F3ENC post on twitter ‘bout their annual Sasquatch CSAUP going virtual. This is an event I know Yogi and Freebird have hit up in the past and raved about. [Read More]

Four dudes were “In”. Three dudes were not. Much like the Masons have their secret handshakes, the OA has it’s Ordeal and fraternities do bizarre things to biscuits, so to does the elite running club of CARPEx have a code. And much like the other ‘secrets’ above, theirs too is out in the open for everyone to see. But so subtle that most miss it. But it’s there, quietly reinforcing the fact that you, oh slow one, are just not fast enough. [Read More]

Last night I dreamed of Q’ing FMJ and receiving a custom F3 FMJ koozie……like a badge of honor! So cool! Instead, I got shafted just like Mark Gottfried shafted the Wuffpack. I got shafted by the Nantan Emeritus, now demoted to FMJ Site-Q, Ma Pythonless Bell. Def a low point in my life. But sheeeiiiit, I drink my Brooksweisers fast enough, so don’t need your Koozie Ma Bell! I bet the other real Site-Q, Orphan, woulda remembered tho! [Read More]

No, it’s not the encyclopedia salesman nor roosters. It’s being able to tell CW from CCW. YHC showed up at #MeasureTwice a couple minutes early and just at 5:30 began the disclaimer (see NMS) and a talk-through of the run route. My goal had been to add a few short-cuts for the Clydesdales so we could run the same route and start/finish together with a few options in between. But Franklin started getting all antsy so instead of taking it nice and slow like I would have done normally with someone so clearly not in control of their faculties, I rushed through things. [Read More]

It was moist today. Humid. Muggy. Sticky. Steamy. Oppressive. Clammy. Soupy. Heavy. Like a Turkish bath. Thank god it wasn’t dank. That would have been too much. Pre: Drive 21 minutes from home to H4T. Check on first option for Thang 1 but decide it’s too dark. Check on second option for Thang 1 and decide it’s a bit too overgrown. Decide to go with third, and most obvious option. [Read More]

Lots of PAX got together this morning at SNS. By COT, the count was 22. Even more went elsewhere. Air Brooks was holding Court down at Point Break, Geek Squad pretended to have a birthday, Headroom continued checking boxes on the CARPEx Challenge and, hell, even Flenderson accidentally clicked into the Q sheet to sign up. But only eight were man enough to take to the diamond though. Having expertly introduced myself to the two PAX I had not previously met (and then promptly forgetting their names until basically COT), it was time for the Pledge as those with muscles only below their waist took off for an advertised 45 minute jog. [Read More]

To borrow from the G-File, welcome dear readers (including those who thought this BB was going to be about Sturgill Simpson or, much less likely, John Green’s book): Ever come across a book (or in this case a series of books) that you just wish you had come across earlier in life? That’s basically how I feel about Terry Pratchett and his Discworld Series. I first came across Pratchett’s series a few years ago on a trip to London where the bookshop in the airport is a frequent stop. [Read More]

Apologies dear Reader – it’s a short one today. It’s late and YHC is making a trek to the Land of Oz tomorrow, where everything is wonderful, taxes are high, grades are always B+ and Duke really is the devil. Churham here we go! But let’s stick with Flirtin’ for a minute. The pre-run here is no joke. About ten showed up and at 0500 we were off. And I mean like a flash. [Read More]