The smells of Cumming

Preamble:

YHC pulled up the up the Q sheet and found jailbreak open. After skinning my knee and getting lost last week, challenge accepted.

Warm-O-Rama:

Six jailbreakers met two pre-runners.  Inseam found a shiny hubcap that mesmerized him on the pre-run.   YHC brought his brand new white shoes to run in the rain.

Intro and disclaimer were rudely interrupted as the PRICS were ready to run. The rain was light and the hills were calling.

LETS GOOOO

The Thang:

The PAX needed hills, a loop instead of an out-and-back and a tour of the section where YHC missed a turn…

We embarked north on Dahlonega St. west on Elm St. and then South on Canton Rd.

West on Kelley Mill Rd and then south on Tolbert St.  There was a stench building.  The humid, rainy air had no breeze to speak of and the chicken processing plants attacked the eyes, nostrils, and lungs.  Did I mention we were also running up hill?  There was no relief but there was talk of puke.  That would have been a welcome reprise to the senses, to be honest.

North on Castleberry, west again on Kelley Mill and north on Canton to run the hill on Church St.

Some PAX extended a block or two to round out their millage. No man was left behind.

COT:

Darth Visor Memorial CSAUP this Saturday.  Various prayers offered up for family situations.

Naked-Man Moleskin:

The new shoes are still wet and, now, a light grey color.  Valley Girl’s brand new car smells more like jugdish than new car. (Sorry Buddy)

Inseam, I’ll never say stupid shit again, like accidentally implying we might skip coffeeterria on account of the rain…

In all seriousness, it’s a highlight of my week to accelerate with my fellow PAX in the gloom.

But to lead such men is a high honer. Thank you.