On to the (F3) runners: we were all there supporting, including a couple of late registrations — Hazmat being the very last one. Fugitive almost made it on time, but he had two or three workouts to attend that same morning. He arrived just in time to assist with the race tracking.
Let’s not forget Hoover: you put on a race in Jesse Helms, and he shows up no matter what: 100s? He arrives with sunscreen all over. Hail? He’s there with his umbrella.
Half-pipe was there to defend his crown, and defended it he did: Our native beast came in legacy gear, with the very first Hokkas ever made in the US. He ain’t scared of no tariffs.
A very special mention to some of the non-F3 runners: the Collins. The whole frigging family was there, from the mother in law to the two 12-year-old twins (one of which snatched the 3rd place in the 4-hour category from us respects). I know I am not alone in expressing my healthy jealousy for this clan. The dad got second place, and the mum completed her 4 hours after just 2 weeks of surgery. They don’t make them like that anymore.
A’ight Kid. We can’t wait for the next one. We’ll be dropping our credit card with you shortly. Just name the time and the place.