Six HIM met this morning under a full moon to run those trails again. One of them, in his seventies, just raced a bunch of gazelles a few days ago at Terror Trails. And he took an epic fall that day. And he’s already back at it, pushing like he’s in his twenties. They don’t make them like him anymore. What’s your excuse?
Oh yeah. Hazmat and Rubbermaid completely recovered from their 100-miler, already thinking about the next CSAUP. Hollywood almost fell off a cliff. Another day at the office.