Fitness, Fellowship, Faith
Fitness, Fellowship, Faith
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We had been anticipating a rain out tonight for the last week – so much so that most of our regulars suddenly had “plans” with their wives???? I mean, this is a boundary. Weds have been OTC for at least the passed 3 years! I also find it confusing that you have a crew middle or over the hill aged men who are willing to wake up at 5 in the morning to do burpees, run, and sweat blood into the asphalt of a local middle school parking lot, but at the sign of any ????️ – poof! I’m melting!!!!! What up?
Anyway, we decided to change it up and go on a little urban adventure. Peaches thought this was going to be some kiddie ride since at the get go we were stuck behind a kid riding his scooter down the middle of the street rubber neckin us like he was actually looking to race for papers.
We rolled down galberry lane only to hear a gasp like unto a gallstone pain when they realized that Lawson sidewalks must have been installed by Himalayan Sherpa’s or concrete workers from the Peruvian highlands. Lennar inspectors have never pushed a stroller on a sidewalk otherwise they would not have allowed the steepest sidewalk install east of the Mississippi.
Anyway, we sojourned on and climbed behind stretchers yard and up to Cuthbertson road.
I promised that it was going to be flat, but I’m not a flat earther… and of course I’m a liar. We played a little frogger and crossed Cuthbertson (not at the crosswalk that no one stops for) into the forbidden 55+ plus community – ironically nearly all of us were old enough to live in the old folks hood to the point Magnolia stopped by the open house for milk and cookies and Breezer signed up for the pickleball tournament.
We did a little gravel route to where the trails ends so I could practice evangelizing the town of Waxhaws greenway plan and floppy disk was wondering if we could jump the 30’ gap.
Caught a breath and rallied east to the muddy deer path where clean bikes became sloppy seconds until we made it to Kodak corner switchbacks back into Lawson.
Pretty uneventfully sidewalk stroll behind my house as Rockwell kept creeping up on my left to remind me I was going too slow – freed to lead! lol.
A little climb up ringtail to the old cemetery to pay homage to Civil War hero’s and into real house wives of champion forest.
I forgot to call out the downhill suspension test of 25 railroad stairs but turned my head to see buffet full send down in flip flops and no helmet! It warmed my heart when he said, I should have worn my helmet.
Weaved around the gravel cougar habitat of champion forest eventually to the flat hill climb of waynewood drive to wait at the only legal unless you are 17 years old then you get pulled over neighborhood u-turn
Rallied down through the high school parking lot, hit speed bumps passing the bus lot, and the shitter, and up the climb I hate to run up… rallied down the grass by the pond where the copperhead lives and out to sugaree. And what do you know, on the home stretch, but Rockwell wants to race uphill!!! Damn, what is this? A workout?
Made it back to COT in time to see a pile of bikes already being wrenched on!
Nothing better than Pizza, beer, and the smell of WD40 eating rust off of old bikes!
We were graced by the presence of carb load, Chastain, posse, kickstand, endo, and bratwurst already cranking bikes.
Nothing better than fixing bikes by sense of smell!
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