Sirens of the Fartsack were strong apparently

Preamble:

YHC pulls in and throws down the flag ready to bust it and I check the clock.  4 minutes left for the headlights to stream down the driveway to the lot to join me for this glorious morning.  3 minutes…2 minutes…1 minute…

It may have been said out loud, “I’m Callahan, I’m here, you’re not, I’m going to kick this place in the nuts, so get out of my way”.

And off I went.

Warm-O-Rama:

SSH and I lost count because I went to Auburn…off me.

The Thang:

I hit every field, trail, and handicap bathroom stall (Men’s) at the joint.

Mixed in merkins, lunges, step ups and hill sprints throughout the beatdown.  Just shy of 4 miles and a great way to start the day.

COT:

Thankful for a beautiful morning and the reminder that even when other slacktards don’t show up, God is always there, ready to hang.