It’s always a beautiful morning when at the PUB. Especially for my VQ. As always, there were rumors of trash talking from an unnamed certain someone down the street.
Has anyone from the PUB even seen a Diablo Sammich? Is it just an urban legend? YHC has never seen a Diablo Sammich on Thursday morning. I think it’s a sheeeet sandwich on stale moldy bread.
Allegedly you can live up to three weeks without eating. However, you definitely die in three or four days without drinking. Ergo, drinking at the PUB is better than eating.
Route chosen was towards Martha Rivers to see if a certain someone actually posted. No confirmation either way.
One ran three,
One ran four.
Most ran five,
One ran more.
Meanwhile, back at the flag, we realized we were missing a runner, (almost sent out a silver alert for Lep—–) no wait, that’s Gump as the six.
Prayer Requests: Sargento’s uncle, the Hamms, Breaker Breaker’s M, Breaker Breaker’s mom praise report, various kids away at college
Announcements: Murph Monday Martha Rivers 0700, Mt Hollywood open, Stop Soldier Suicide 5K, JJ5K, BRR Ruckers, West Virginia Marathoners, Ragnar.
YHC took us out.
Words for the day:
“If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water” (John 4:10)
But he answered, “It is written, “‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” (Matt 4:4)
Thanks for opportunity to push the rock!