bones and blood

5 jabroneys (you had to be there) gathered at the best watering hole in Gaston county this morning ready for some running. It was a cool morning and no clouds in site. Waterboy got some EC but still looked ready to get some as usual. Alma Mater got there early. Sargento was early also, especially by his standards. JJ rolled in looking well rested. We had 2 shovel flags and we started with the disclaimer and hit the pledge. It. Was. A. Perfect. Morning……and then we started running. Damn.

Five minutes into running the wheels fell off. It was ALMOST AS IF it was planned……

Waterboy and Alma Mater were just a bit ahead of me, Sargento, and JJ. We came upon some tree limbs on the sidewalk and as I stepped off the sidewalk, Sargento (closest to me) yells “STICKS” as I simultaneously break my ankle landing on the pavement. I have a red mark on my right shoulder that resembles a hand. At nearly the same time, JJ (again, Sargento is closest to him-coincidence???? I will let you be the judge) crashes into the sticks, falls to the ground and while I am not certain, possibly gets kicked in the head by someone (was it Sargento, I couldn’t say because I was seeing stars from the broken ankle) before recovering and getting back on his feet. After a few minutes of limping around by me and a tourniquet on JJ’s right arm, we continue on our route. I needed a few minutes to set my broken ankle back into place then resume the route at a slower pace. We finished the run. If memory serves me right, I believe Sargento finished first…..Damn.

Once we all made it back to start, we finished with COT. I told the group I might suggest a new nickname for Sargento but they would need to wait for the backblast to hear it. We had a quick prayer then JJ and I shared an uber to the ER.

thanks for the opportunity to lead at the pub for the very last time….

Whoopee

Sargento will now be referred to as Gillooly by me (for at least the next week).