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Outside the Lines? Out of Bounds? You Decide

On Tuesday nights, YHC reserves his time for the Primal Belmont Run Club, and this night was no different… or was it?

The weather was beautiful, so why only a small group of F3 pax? Well, YHC’s M was still out of town, as were the mainstay Dandro’s. If you don’t know Deb Dandro, then you are missing every run group in Charlotte. She is well known, not for her speed, but for her prolific attendance and pictures. As such, she brings runners to our Tuesday night from all over Charlotte. Her EH skills probably rival that of Sargento’s. BOS blamed his boss for the fart sack, Fintstone just fart sacked, as did Virus (maybe they were at Folsom?).

No matter, we had a group, we ran 4 miles, talked about The Mortimer, talked about the missing runners, and decided to make this a one night only AO. At the end, YHC led the COT with announcements, name-o-rama, and prayer requests.

So you decide. Do the four Pax get credit? Was this a “sanctioned” event? YHC says “aye!”

Please remember YHC’s M traveling, the Pax looking for work, and Minivan’s 2.0.

YHC took us out.

It was an honor to lead – Orangeman

P200 Van #2 (a.k.a. WOOOOOOOOOO!!!)

Well, the time finally rolled around for the P200. After a year of waiting, we finally get to head south and put the running shoes on for 200+ miles of running bliss (or torture- it depends on how you look at it). YHC had rode with Montross to pick up our Mercedes Sprinter 10 passenger high top vans the day before. These vans are definitely worth the extra money, as long as they don’t leak (more on that later). YHC rolls up to the rally point (Pocket’s house) to find our driver (Big Pappy) wearing shirt, tie, slacks, dress shoes, coat with tails, and a top hat! Needless to say, he took the title of driver very seriously! Way to go, brother! After all PAX were accounted for, we loaded up and Jeeves (a.k.a. Big Pappy) took team Geritol south. We kinda dubbed van #2 team Geritol because 4 of the 6 runners are Respect age, EZ Rider is 49 and 1/2, and YHC is almost 48.

As we were rolling south, YHC told the PAX of my latest book I’m reading. It’s an autobiography of the greatest wrestler of all time, Ric Flair. YHC was glad to know he wasn’t the only PAX raised watching mid-Atlantic Championship wrestling. After the discussing had ended, we discovered we were doing the Ric Flair battle cry – WOOOOO! This would become the battle cry of van #2. Any time a PAX came into an exchange zone, he would yell WOOOOO to let the next runner know it was him. We also would yell WOOOOO out the window as we drove past our runner headed to the next EZ. Big Pappy was really into this. He loved it. We all did, but Pappy was really getting a kick out of it. In all honesty, it was a morale booster for all the PAX during the run.

We arrive at the EZ where van #1 will be passing off to us. Dr. Seuss comes in hot (literally. He was sweating. We have pictures as evidence). He passes the baton/ bracelet off to our salty Marine war horse, Oompa Loompa. Van #2 is on the course!

Oompa put his head down (the wind was a big factor during the whole race) and leads the charge with a great 3.21 mile leg.  He passes of to Purple Haze.

Haze takes off like he’d been shot out of a cannon. This is his first relay race, and he was determined to make it a good one! 3.96 miles at a sub- 8 minute pace. Baton is passed to Rip Van Winkle (a.k.a Def Leppard) who will eventually set a new PR for most hours slept during the P200.

Not to be outdone, the former Nantan pulls 6.76 miles with ease. Most guys believe he was just in hurry to get back in the van and go to sleep! Nonetheless, he passes the baton to our other 1st time relay runner, EZ Rider.

EZ Rider had that P200 first time power going. He pulls 3.53 at a 7:58 pace! WOOOOO! He passes off to Termite.

In his typical calm, cool manner, Termite laces up his Alphafly next% and cruises his first leg of 5.34 at just over 8 minute pace. He makes it look easy! He hands off to YHC.

YHC wanted to keep our van’s great pace up and pulled 8.85 at a 8:06 pace. Besides a left hamstring cramp with 100 yards to go, YHC was proud of his run. The baton is handed back over to Blart in van #1 and van 2 heads out to get some grub.

We stop at Vaselio’s Italian restaurant for food. Most guys carb up with pasta or eat light. Oompa orders a dozen buffalo wings with fries. That’s old school Marine mentality right there, folks. Oompa don’t care. YHC must remind you that our driver hasn’t broken character. He is still fully decked out in his formal driver attire. He got a few odd looks here and there, but he was a celebrity at the EZ’s. He had his picture taken, signed some autographs, and was an awesome representative for the Gashouse region. As we talked about our first legs we ran, Def Leppard looks as if he’s going to fall asleep into his baked Ziti. “I gotta get back to the van” he said. We roll out and as YHC does a head count, we are missing Purple Haze. We couldn’t find him. A couple minutes later, he comes out of the KITCHEN where he had thanked the cooking staff at Vaselio’s for a wonderful meal! That’s the kind of HIM that Haze is. We cannonball down to the EZ to get some R&R before we head out on our 2nd set of legs. It’s dark, chilly, windy and a light fog/ mist is falling.

These conditions are perfect for Oompa Loompa as van 1 passes off to us and van 2 takes over. He cranks out 3.86 miles without getting lost! The ol’ war horse is getting it done. Handoff is made to Purple Haze who told YHC he’d be smuggling grapes on this run. It must’ve worked because Haze crushed his 7.7 miler at a 8:04 pace. YHC is standing at the EZ waiting on Haze to show up. Def Leppard is getting ready (supposedly) in the van to take the baton from Haze. YHC hears the familiar WOOOOO! as Haze rolls into the exchange zone. He runs up to YHC with baton in hand and says “where the F&$% is Leppard!”. Nah, he didn’t. It did remind YHC of my first P200 when Tiny Tank stood in the EZ yelling “where the &*%$ is Slaw?!” YHC called Def Leppard to inform him that Haze was at the EZ waiting on him. Leppard claims it was due to a headlamp issue. Sure it was. Whatever the case, the old sage trots out of the van, grabs the baton  and pounds 5.3 miles of pavement with no issues at all.  Leppard passes off to EZ Rider then goes back to sleep in the van. EZ Rider stretches out, digs deep, callouses his mind and takes off on 8.75 miles of running in the dark. With our trademark WOOOOO! he pushes through the pain and rolls in the next EZ to hand off to Termite. Still calm, and stoic, Termite verifies his course, then runs 6.6 miles at a 8:02. The man makes it look easy. YHC then rolls out on a 5.95 miler straight down highway 17. YHC got a couple kills on this one. With a respectable 8:10 pace, we hand off to van #1.

We decided we needed rest over food, so Jeeves took us to the last EZ where we would begin our last set of legs for some sleep and snacks. YHC believes everyone got some rest on this one. In what seemed like only 30 minutes, Montross texted to let us know that Dr. Seuss was out on his last run. Time to wake the kids up. Purple Haze makes a last minute request to stop by CVS so he can get some Chap-Stic. It has been windy and cool (if not cold) the whole time. As we pull into CVS, Def Leppard comes out of his coma, looks around and asks “wha-wha-what are we doing at CVS?”. He also had to catch up on the progress of the other runners in our van who ran after he did. We all take restroom breaks in a heated bathroom (thank goodness) and head back to the exchange zone.

The last set of legs for van 2 were daunting to say the least (except for YHC). The sun is up, but it’s cloudy and the wind is blowing harder than ever. Oompa is pacing the sidewalk like he’s itching for a fight. He gets the baton and begins 6.53 miles of windy misery that takes him across the Isle of Palms Connector which is low bridge that ends in a pretty high bridge as you roll into the Isle of Palms. We had to wait at the other end of the bridge for Oompa. Oompa makes it to the IOP and is cramping up pretty bad. Since we were out of Midol, he had to settle for mustard packs and Gatorade. He chugged that down and swore he was going to catch the woman who passed him earlier. Haze and YHC look down the course and see no one. Maybe he’s hallucinating. As long as it keeps him motivated, we don’t care. Oompa runs his last 2 miles looking for this mystery woman. He makes the exchange to Purple Haze. Haze is off on his last leg that is 8.6 miles long. He had to backtrack Oompa’s route across the IOP connector, then 3.5 more miles inland to the EZ. YHC wouldn’t have wished this leg on his worst enemy. Haze rolls in completely spent from running against the wind. He finishes his leg by passing off to Def Leppard. Leppard gets the baton, stops, changes his Facebook status to “in a relay race”, then takes off on his final leg of 3.57 miles. He was almost hit by a car while running through a shopping center, but he stayed the course and crushed his last leg. EZ Rider says “hey, it’s a lot shorter than the 8.75 I just ran” and rolls out onto a VERY busy highway 17 for his last leg of 4.56 miles. As we wait on EZ Rider at the next EZ, Termite is stretching and tallying up how many kills he’s going to get on his last leg. EZ Rider comes in strong and passes off to Termite. Termite starts off slow to let the other runners think that they’ve gotten an easy kill by passing him. He then turns on the juice and gets a bunch of kills on his 7.1 mile trek. YHC is standing at the EZ waiting on the baton from Termite. Adrenaline starts pumping as YHC thinks about all the hard work by all his other brothers that has lead to this last leg. “Leave it all on the track. If you aren’t exhausted at the end, then you haven’t left it all on the track”. This keeps going through YHC’s mind as Termite is within sight. As YHC takes the baton, he heads out making sure he paces himself. He gets 2 kills on the way as van 2 rolls by with a victorious WOOOOO! With the finish line in sight (as well as my brothers) YHC finally pushes across the finish line with the guys (with Big Pappy still wearing his suit)! What an awesome experience! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

We stayed for the post-race festivities for a little while then headed for the hotel to finally take a hot shower. There was a lot of mumblechatter around the dinner table at the Mellow Mushroom. We woke up the next morning to cold rain and the same relentless wind. As we get into the van to head out for breakfast, Big Pappy makes a left turn and it rained inside the van! Termite was soaked. The rental company had failed to inform YHC that the roof mounted air conditioner had been damaged and the roof was leaking. They claim they had the leak fixed. Apparently not.

After breakfast, we put the van into the wind and headed home. We talked about the race all the way home. YHC also had time to reflect on van 2’s progress and achievements.

Oompa Loompa- The old Marine had his “Old man don’t give a $h1t” attitude and was as consistent as the day is long. He kept us laughing at his old sea stories (which YHC can definitely relate to).  With grit and determination, he pushed through his legs and got the job done.

Purple Haze- For a first time relay race runner, he didn’t show it. He crushed all of his legs, and was secure in his manhood to smuggle grapes on his 2nd leg. Even in the face of a very windy 8.6 miler, he was optimistic and finished strong. He was the only guy to go into the kitchen (or any kitchen) and thank the cooks. To YHC, that was awesome.

Def Leppard- The former Nantan displayed the traits of a true leader by hunkering down and running his legs hard. Even though he has been battling plantar fasciitis for 6 months, the man still posted times that were just as if he’d never took a break.  We are still trying to figure out how he was able to sleep so well in the van. New PR for Leppard.

EZ Rider- He could be a linebacker for an NFL team but he’s out in the gloom running a relay race. Another first timer to the relay race, he crushed it.  his first leg was sub-8 minute pace, night run was 8.75 miles, and he had to play Frogger on highway 17 for his last leg. When he finished, anyone could see he was proud. He should be. He performed flawlessly in his first P200.  WOOOOOO!!!

Termite- This man is sneaky fast. He loves getting those kills on the course. With all his legs around the 8 minute (and some sub-8’s), he really makes it look easy. He really does. If any of the other guys would’ve gotten hurt, he would’ve stepped in and took their miles without even thinking about it. He’s a machine that loves to run and it shows.

Big Pappy- As soon as YHC saw him in the full outfit, YHC knew we had the perfect driver for our van! He has become a legendary figure dressed as Jeeves. He never got tired and remained at the helm for the entire duration. He has a bunch of great and funny stories to tell, and YHC loved to hear them. When YHC asked him if he would want to be a driver in a future race, he said “Dang right! I’m ready to do another one!”. It’s the camaraderie that’s built during these races  that keeps us coming back for more. Thank You for driving, Big Pappy. We all had a blast!

As YHC finishes this BB, he wants to let the guys know that he had an awesome time and he’s proud that he was part of this team. Everyone accelerated during this race. Thank you guys for the great memories and we will definitely do it again!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

SYITG,

Slaw

 

He’ll Be Aight. The Story of the P200 and Van 1

I was really looking forward to the 2020 edition of the P200 but COVID had other ideas. F3 Gastonia was once again planning to send 2 teams of HIMs down to the Palmetto State push rocks from Columbia to Charleston. Weeks before the race, lockdowns were put in place, the race was cancelled and our registrations were pushed out for future Malak races. It was disappointing, but we move forward. After some back and forth, we decided to field one team this year (those who signed up for the 2020 race and did not run this year still have a spot on a team in a Malak race later this year or the 2022 P200). Incredibly, there were no injuries or illnesses that caused any runners to drop out. Honestly, I’m pretty amazed at that and I’m really thankful that everyone was able to run as planned!

This is the story of F3 Gastonia Fartsackers Van 1.
The Runners: Blart, Montross, Freight, Pockets, Broke, Dr. Seuss
The Driver: Ashhhh Pond

Van 1 met at the Romminger Family Compound at 4:30 a.m. and departed soon after. The team soon realized the Sprinter van was going to take this race to a new level. Guys were laid back in their leather chairs and relaxing to the hum of tires across the asphalt. That lasted about 5 minutes until we established the Driver Feedback Board. Since we didn’t have an actual board, this feedback was simply noted and shared verbally. Often. Sometimes, shared multiple times. Item 1: The Sprinter van shakes when drafting behind a semi-truck. Don’t follow too closely to large trucks. Item 2: That Honda is going slower than we are. Use the big pedal on the left. Item 3: This curve is a loop, we won’t make it at this speed. Remember, use the big pedal on the left. Bless him, Ash Pond was in for a verbal beating on this one! Despite a few adventures at the gas station (Item 4: Diesel goes in on the driver’s side. Item 5: Pockets is behind the van with the doors open) it was a pretty smooth ride. A few guys may have caught a quick nap along the way but we were sure to keep the driver alert and focused.

As we were standing around the starting line, we asked a guy to take a team picture. It was 10 minutes before the start of the race and he told us he couldn’t because he was the first runner on his team and needed to focus. Bro, it isn’t that competitive out here. (I am pleased to report Blart killed him on leg 1) His teammate stepped in and took it, proving he could both walk and chew gum at the same time. Blart smoked 8.2 miles like it was nothing. Note: Though the van window acts like a one-way mirror if you pee beside the van. I (Montross) knocked out 7.2 miles (which, by the way, I haven’t run over 6 since mid-2020). Freight crushed 5.3 miles. Pockets and Broke got some short runs in with 2.25 and 2.5 miles, respectively. Dr Seuss finished things up with a STRONG 8.07 miles, where he average 6:59/mile. 6s on a long run has been a goal of Seuss for a while so it was awesome to see him hit that milestone! He also broke a sweat, which is pretty amazing in itself. The first set of legs went well and were rewarded for our hard work with a stretching clinic right in front of our van. If you need a demo, talk to Freight. I’ll leave it at that.

Van 1 took off for Cracker Barrell for some vittles and banter. Rest assured more driver feedback was given. “Sorry guys” in a somber and defeated voice became a thing. We got some nice rest one of the 13,287 AME churches in South Carolina as we waited for Van 2 to arrive. I think it was at that point Broke realized he had not washed his sleeping bag from last year. It was great rest as hunting dogs howled, porta-potty doors were slammed, and the wind picked up. Seuss looked he had the worlds most comfortable blanket in the back of the van as snuggled with the window.

As the second round of legs began, the wind never seemed to let up. Though it pales in comparison to the challenges facing the Mortimer teams (running trails through rivers in the dark and such..read the backblast), it was not ideal. Blart went 7.4 miles which was very impressive after just running over 8 earlier. Those two legs back to back are pretty darn impressive and I heard Rip Van Leppard commenting on it later. Along the way, we discovered the Holly Hill Airport…errr…Airstrip. We parked at the very end of the runway and were talking about how cool it would be if a plan flew over us and landed and, sure enough, about 2 minutes later, a plane buzzed over and landed. Crazy timing! Blart got a kill 15 feet from the starting line and handed off as I ran my short leg at 2.45 miles with a disappointing pace (I’m blaming the wind). Freight followed with a blistering 9.68 mile run that may have include some bad execution by the fan. Clearly we do not know what Adidas is or where it’s located, right Freight? As we proceeded to the next stop, someone asked if we should stop and give Freight one more water opportunity. “He’ll be aight” was the answer and we rolled to the exchange zone. He was not ‘aight’ and he let us know about it, but he made it to the exchange zone anyway and handed off to Pockets for a 3.77 mosey. Broke knocked out a blistering 9.73 miles including 6 kills. I was so pumped as I was standing among 5 or so other teams, eagerly awaiting their runner to come into the exchange zone, only to see Broke emerge from the darkness ahead of all of them. Nice run! Despite Ash Pond taking off and not realizing Seuss was changing clothes in the back of the van earlier, Seuss was unrattled and knocked out 9.2 miles in typical Seuss fashion in the low 7s after setting the milestone earlier. After handing off to van 2, we grabbed some Wendys. Item 6: The air conditioning unit sits on top of the van and is 11 feet tall. Double-check the height of the van before driving under a drive-thru. (Side note: I later found out van 2 had the air conditioning knocked off during a previous rental and that caused it to leak. Fortunately, van 1 narrowly avoided the same problem!). A few greasy burgers and chicken sandwiches later, van 1 arrived at the exchange zone for some much needed rest. Most everyone except the driver was dozing off during this 40 minute ride. Big shout-out to Ash Pond for staying alert and pushing through.

Some decent rest was had as we waited for van 2. Freight decided to sleep just behind the van. It probably seemed like a great way to block the wind. It got sorta cold though so imagine his surprise as Ash Pond fired up the van to get the heat going. I believe his response was ‘Thank goodness for clean diesel.’ Props to Slaw for showing Ash Pond and I how to lean back the front seats of the van at the last exchange zone! Pockets and Broke also decided to sleep outside, but further away from the tail pipe.

Van 2 arrived as expected and Blart took off for his final leg – a 2.24 stroll through a small neighborhood. It was cold & windy and I have never been as jealous of Blart as I was when he handed the baton for my final run. He was done and I had a 6 mile stroll down Hwy 17. I believe the term “He’ll be aight” was used again as the van headed to the exchange zone and I gritted it out as I finished up my leg. Freight was obviously excited to be running as he as still approaching the exchange zone as I finished. Ash Pond noted that one of Freight’s turned looked sorta sketchy and asked if we should wait. My response: “He’ll be aight”. Fast Ricky proceeded to turn 3.94 miles into about 5 as he missed that turn. Despite what he says, I know he really appreciated those extra miles. Pockets took the baton and proceeded to run 5.37 miles across the Cooper River Bridge and back. There was nothing stopping the wind as he made his final run. I know it was brutal. Fortunately, he found an invisible bathroom at the top of the bridge and did his part to warm the waters below. ‘What else do you when you get to the top of a bridge like that?’ Touche Pockets, touche. Broke took the handoff just after 7:30 am (meaning no more lights) and ran his last 3.13 miles. He also nearly missed his turn as well but real men learn from previous mistakes and we waited for him to make sure he didn’t miss. Seuss finished our runs off with a quick 2.94 mile run and handed off to van 2. We were done and it felt great!

The power of Blart’s moustache was not quite enough as our plan to shower at the local KOA fell thru. He was expecting to sweet-talk a chunky chick but wound up talking to a dude. The Nantan came thru and talked us into some showers at Planet Fitness. No judgement here fellas. The feeling of a shower after a relay is one of life’s greatest treasures and made our 50 minute wait for breakfast a bit more easy. We gathered at “park” and knocked down a few beverages before joining Slaw and van 2 for a short jaunt across the finish line! Another P200 is in the books! Much fun and merriment was had as both vans celebrated, grabbed some dinner and just hung out at the hotel. We were all beat and I believe the lobby cleared out around 10.

All of the guys in Van 1 did a heck of a job in the relay and got a little better. There’s no doubt in my mind that every guy in our van gave 100%. As Freight told me before my first P200, the journey is really the best part of a relay. That’s truth, for sure. The comradery on these relays is incredible. That time in the van is a way to enjoy fellowship with a few guys you know and get to know the ones you don’t know a little better. Every man needs a little time away with his buddies and I’m so glad to get to spend the weekend with these guys!

As I wrap it up, I want to give a special thanks to Ash Pond! We gave him a hard time along the way but he did an absolutely awesome job driving the van. He was paying attention when we were not. He was the one who gave us an opportunity to rest and prepare. He was out there encouraging us and was truly part of the team. I have only met him a few times so I personally enjoyed getting to know him better. Awesome guy and top tier driver! We could not have done it without Ashhhhh Pond!

I sure hope Sister Act can qualify for next year’s P200.

‘Til the next one….

-Montross

Van 1 at the starting line

Let’s go Blart!

Up close and personal

Handoff

Yes, he actually does sweat

Pockets shut the door on this sleeping bag

Snuggle buddies

Holly Hill Fly-By

No Trespassing Freight!

Night moves

Is that a pecker?

Is this stretching or pole dancing?

F3 Gastonia Fartsackers

Medals!

Bad boys bad boys, what ya gonna do….

Mortimer 100 – Team FRC

It was the last officially, unofficial relay before covid shut everything down last year and everyone has been ready to get back to pushing the rock on an out of town activity. We’ve trained for months, trying to find as many hills or mountains to run as possible to be ready for the Mortimer 100.

Despite a significant vehicular Q fail the day before the relay, the go date had finally arrived and Team FRC showed up at the Tater Hole on time for our start at 12:00 midnight! The 7 other teams, including Team 1 from F3 Gastonia, were there to receive their race “packet”(a sticker) and instructions for the relay. Breaker Breaker was asked to give the prayer before the festivities. It’s a good thing he prayed for safety because this was one of the most unpredictable and loosely planned events most of us had done before.

YHC led off our team for leg 1, making good time after scooting past the area dogs on the route. Quiche took off for leg 2, ultimately turning in a 7:01 pace, booyow! Pizza Man went uphill for leg 3 which was twice as long  and 250 feet higher than the Crowders Mountain training route we’d been practicing on! Virus headed out through the streets of Lenoir, Flintstone left town in his steady as she goes fashion and Buckeye wrapped up the last leg of the six by turning in easy 5.5 mile warmup.

We had taken two cars so the first 3 runners drove ahead to the “exchange” zone. Because we started at midnight, everyone was trying to find rest anytime we could. YHC closed my eyes for what seemed like a few seconds only to be awoken to the notification that Buckeye was 25 minutes into his run. Not being totally aware of what that meant, YHC started getting ready in a somewhat casual manner which wasn’t fast enough because Buckeye showed up fast and everyone waited a few more minutes before YHC headed out. That 10 mile route sucked but not as bad as Quiche’s.

“Quiche’s nightime trail run”

Quiche has battled recurring hamstring strains for several months but has managed and managed the issue well. Unfortunately, his first leg brought back the never-ending pain and this leg was going to be a real challenge. Quiche’s route started with stairs going into the dark woods. Stairs. Into. The. WOODS!!! Keep in mind, it was 5:30 in the morning, literally in the middle of nowhere and very dark. As we were getting ready to head out for the next exchange zone we saw Quiche back at the start, 10 minutes or so after he’d started. Apparently the trail wasn’t marked well at all and he didn’t know where to go. After a few cryptic directions from some guys he headed back into the dark. There was no way for us to follow him and our driving  directions didn’t give any guidance on where to go so we followed one of the experienced groups to our next EZ. There is no way we would’ve found it if we weren’t following them because we didn’t have GPS. Upon arriving at the EZ about 6am we figured Quiche would be there within the next 45 minutes or so. We waited and waited and waited. After waiting some more we saw one of the other team’s runners come up beside the creek. Of course he had to cross the creek, getting wet in the process. That guy was alone. About 15 minutes later another dude came out of the woods. We waited some more. At long last, we saw Quiche emerge beside the creek and of course he had to cross, getting wet in the process but he didn’t seem to care. All in all, his leg took him about 3 hours. He fell in the nearly freezing water 4 times, got lost 3 times and ran an extra 2.6 miles on his leg. That Sucks!

Pizza Man headed out for his beast of a leg. Meanwhile Quiche shivered in his car for the next 45 minutes. We caught up with Pizza after driving uphill for about 4 miles. He dominated that hill, though, as expected. We took a pit stop in for breakfast in Linville, a delicious mix of beef jerky, pizza flavored Combos and coffee. Delicious. In rolled Pizza to tag in Virus. He killed his short leg and swapped off for Flintstone whose whole 7 miles was downhill. He may have set a PR for that distance!

Next was Buckeye’s first super steep leg. The first mile wasn’t so bad but the next 2 miles were probably the steepest I’ve ever seen for a paved road. We were so vertical that our bodies pressed into our backrests as the SUV labored up the hill. I’m really glad we had Buckeye to run that leg. New Mountain goat here!

YHC took the casual tag and headed off without GPS connection again. FYI, the Blue Ridge Parkway is very busy at 12:30 on a beautiful spring day, be aware! We skipped the next leg because Quiche got hurt in the woods. I guess that means we’re DQ’ed. We tried finding the next EZ but of course had to try to decipher the awful directions that were given to us. En route we took a detour through Chetola (pronounced Sheet Ola by some) and had the pleasure of being greeted by the smiliest dude you ever did see. We soon realized we couldn’t get to the next spot from there so we turned around and received an exuberant parting wave from smily dude.

We came to a packed parking lot but luckily found a spot in the back. Pizza took off with one of Nantan Slaughter’s team members and we headed to the next EZ at a ski resort. YHC took another nap. Once Virus took off on his run my two car mates were done and needed to get back home so I piled into Buckeye’s M’s ride for the finale. Virus cruised in and  Flintstone took off for his run through campus and up to the wind turbine beside the ASU baseball field. Buckeye headed out across the valley to climb up the next steepest leg I’d ever seen. Howard’s Knob is a pointy mountain and Buckeye had to run to the top. Lucky for him we picked up some beers so he could finally relax at the finish. That dude came rolling in like it was nothing at all, beast mode!

We celebrated for a little bit with beers, chatter and pictures. It was a beautiful day for an awful hard relay. I’m glad we had the crew we did. MVP performances by all even if we did get DQ’ed.

As always, I feel like we got to know each other even better than before and were able to share some cool moments. Relay races are such a unique way to push each other and have the kind of long term fellowship that we can let our guard down a little and really get to know each other on a deeper level. This thing sucked but you all pushed through and I’m proud of the preparation we all put in and the final result. I love you guys.

The Mortimer was a free event with the agreement that each team had to give $1000 to charity. Team FRC’s charity was the Bountiful Blessings Food Pantry at Mt. Zion Baptist Church. Their food storage trailer burned and they still kept serving the community. We’re all proud to have been able to give to the cause and thank you all for your contributions too. The PAX contribution was $1400.00 and with a generous match from an upstanding local optometrist the grand total came up to $2400.00!!! Job well done, thank you all!

Update:

YHC forgot to mention the EC 2nd F that was had after the relay. We went to Woodlands BBQ in Blowing Rock and consumed copious amounts of meat, sides and beverages. Good times were had by all. The finale (at least for those lucky enough to travel home in Buckeye’s M’s ride) was the impromptu offer for YHC to play some music. You heard that right! I was INVITED to play music of MY choosing! Buckeye explained that he’s happy to drive just so long as he doesn’t have to pick the music. Can you believe that!?! Sounds like  Buckeye has a new wing man for driving around purposes.

Sargento (Mixmaster V) out!!!

 

Team HRB 4 Life-The Mortimer 2021 edish

On March 16th, 2020, the White House told American’s to avoid gatherings of ten or more.  “Fifteen Days to slow the spread”.  But Team HRB decided to ramble on and head to Tater Hole to complete the Mortimer 100.  Fast forward a year and we were back at it.  HTFU as they say.

As the Q of the 2020 team and someone who likes to be prepared, I knew it was important to start training.  In reality our training began again the moment we got home in March of 2020.  In reality, you are never truly prepared for this beast.  More on that later.  Defib announced Wednesday afternoon training runs at Crowder’s Mountain beginning in January.  Stroganoff announced Tuesday morning runs leaving from his house to go run the “half-pipe” in Gastone’s neighborhood.  It was on!

But then things started to change.  I realized that the P200 was the same weekend as the Mortimer.  I informed the Race Committee and they said, “really?  oh well.”

Whoopee then had an epiphany and realized it was Spring Break and he wouldn’t be available so we added Short Sale to take his place.  YHC ran the Coconut one rainy day in January and realized quickly that the pain in the lower leg was real.  After finishing the 5 miles I googled leg pain.  Shin splints get better when you run.  Stress fractures get worse.  I knew which one I had and made an appointment the next day to see an Ortho and was diagnosed with a stress fracture.  No running for four weeks.  Dang.

After strictly limiting any running for the four weeks and with the hope of hardening up and running the Mortimer, I got back at it on week 5 and ended up with about 20 miles that week which was a little much.  YHC soon realized that too much too soon was a bad idea and I couldn’t run the Mortimer.   Six years of F3 helped shape my response to this adversity.  “Focus on what you can do and not what you can’t”.  Going through the Q-Source two years straight, and Stroganoff’s candor telling me to shut it down, led me to pivot my focus on driving and leading the team through supportch.  Before F3, I would have been leaking enough sand to form a beach.  This year was just a quick acceptance and getting on with it.  I ended up asking Radar to take my place on the team and he was a HC as he had been training to go with Sargento’s team in case they needed an extra runner.

Another lesson learned is to rent your transportation well in advance.  I had a very difficult time finding a Sprinter van like last year.  Fortunately, Stroganoff’s contact with Enterprise led me to Family Auto Rental and a Ford Transit that I could rent for the weekend if I was willing to go to Lincolnton to get it.

Fast forward to technically “the day before race day”, Friday, March 20th, 2021.  Sargento, Q of Team 2 and I had our 2.0’s playing HS football in E. Rutherfordton.  A quick logistical change required some additional help with Q-ing the logistics.  I delegated Short Sale to Q the van in my steed as he helped me go pick it up and take it back.  Sargento and I left the football game and drove to the Wal Mart in Granite Falls to meet the rest of the teams who had met at GSM Worldwide HQ to meet up.  At WalMart we got loaded up and some runners bought last minute supplies before we departed to Tater Hole.  We were the second or third car there.  Mortimer Team Two had a Q-Fail and ended up driving two cars instead of a van.  The cars were both M rides…two higher end SUV’s.  You can imagine Cousin Eddie’s surprise when I told him both Gastonia running teams were present and accounted for.  He snickered when he saw the van but was surprised by the luxurious SUV’s.  I told him those guys were from “East Gastonia” with a pinky raised.

Slowly but surely the other teams started arriving in all sorts of trucks, 4×4’s, and even a minivan.  We then received our RACE SWAG, just a Mortimer sticker that was passed around and a brief disclaimer by Cousin Eddie and then a nice prayer from our very own Breaker Breaker.  The runners got ready and at the strike of midnight, leg one runners left from the dock.   YHC drove our team to the next EZ while every other vehicle formed a convoy and drove the route for some reason.  I think we arrived first at the next EZ (Experience counts)!

Settling in at the old gas station while we waited for Stroganoff to come in,  Radar got ready to run.  Stroganoff had a strong pace and finished somewhere towards the front middle of the pack and Radar took off.  YHC drove to top off the Trusty Transit and then arrived at the EZ for leg 3 and 4, Hibriten Baptist Church.  The temps were cold so most guys stayed in cars or walked around to whiz in the dark field beside the church.  Some whizzed multiple times.  It is always something to see how many times some people whiz during relays.

Radar came in and handed off to Defib who had to tackle Hibriten mountain for the second year in a row.  YHC tried to give runners some new legs this year but as one of F3 Gastonia’s beasts, the toughest legs had to go to the workhorse.  Defib took off up the hill and into the dark and we figured it would be an hour or so before we would see him again.  Some guys caught some shut eye as we waited in the toasty van.

While we waited one runner emerged and stated that someone had badly sprained an ankle on the run down the hill.  The first casualty of the race.

Defib emerged and out went Short Sale for a peaceful run in the dark for about 5 miles to downtown Lenoir.  Breaker Breaker then left out when Short Sale returned.  There was actually a port a jon in the parking lot that some runners abused.

Breaker had a 6.9 mile leg along some really rural windy and dark roads.  We ended up at an old church where the wild dogs congregated last year.  When I say dark and lonely, I mean it.  Other than the relay runners, you didn’t see much of anything else.  The temperature had dropped by this time and it was in the mid 30’s.  Pretty ideal running weather but runners could get chilly quickly when they were done with their legs, or so I was told.

JJ had to HTFU this year and get the 2nd hardest legs behind Defib.  He left from the church for some more rural running in the dark along narrow country, twisty roads.  We drove ahead to the Collettesville Fire Department.  This is the last leg that is totally paved for some time.  Here is the description from the Race Committee:  Paved. Use caution. Cars move quickly on Rocky Road. Valley View Road will bypass any
potential traffic. May increase encounter w/ dogs however. No promises. Collettesville Fire
Dept is directly across from the end of this route. But no showers, hot taters, or back rubs
available. You just need to HTFU, don’t you?

JJ came in and off we went to the next EZ of Harper’s Creek Trailhead.  Clearly parking was an issue.  The Transit had to park beside the creek as there was no room left in the modest parking lot.  By now it was around 34 degrees and pitch black.  The runners would be running a long time on Brown Mountain Beech Road.  The creek runs beside the road but it is a long and lonely run that Stroganoff got to “enjoy”.  In the meantime, the first runner from the fast team showed up because it was the only thing lit up out there in the gloom.  As this runner approached and handed off to the next runner.  This runner departed into the woods and you could see a light rising immediately and weaving until out of sight up a steep hill into the woods.  This is the by now notorious Leg 8 that is more extreme hiking trail than running route.  Stroganoff came up the road and was looking beat down as he handed off to Radar.  While this was going on, Gashouse Team two had Quiche leave and return after 15 minutes to check his directions.  Clearly there is a problem regarding where to go when you have a night run in the forest with multiple creek crossings (and it had rained recently).  Radar left and eventually the other cars left to drive to the next EZ.  This would take us to the T intersection of Betsy’s Country store which was last years EZ zone.  We took a left at Betsy’s and drove onward, up and over the hills on some sketchy roads to arrive at the next EZ.  We settled in.  By now the sun was lighting up the world and most teams were out of the vans hanging out waiting for their runners to emerge from some direction that we really didn’t know.  YHC learned from last year and decided we needed coffee.  An extension cord, a Keurig machine, lots of bottled water and coffee, and a power inverter should make for some liquid heaven about 0730 in the morning.  Unfortunately the “add water” light never went off on the Keurig and after numerous attempts to coax the thing into working YHC had to accept a big “L” on that effort.  (Still a great idea though, and the Keurig went in the trash after further attempts at reconciliation failed at home) Also, some members of Team HRB took advantage of sleep which would have been a great idea except I was obsessed with said coffee maker for about 45 minutes.

The other teams were at the edge of the creek gorge awaiting their runners with some level of trepidation.  Alas, the first runner appeared and traversed the creek crossing and up the hill to the EX.  His time?  1:59 minutes for an approximate 8 mile leg.   Shortly thereafter here comes Quiche looking weary and delirious.  As he climbed the hill he announced “that was the worst thing I have ever done in my life!”

By now our team was almost the six.  There was the other team with the minivan with a “I love sewing” license plate bracket.  These guys were admittedly slow and seemed to be running the course in pairs but they had local knowledge that would come into play later.  We knew that Radar had been gone for now 2.5 hours and should be appearing at any minute.  And we waited, and waited, and waited.  Some in the van were becoming worried.  As team Captain, I was strategizing in my head of how we were going to break up the team to search for our missing runner.  Sometime after 3 hours had elapsed YHC got a “spam” call on his phone.  Then Defib got a “spam” call.  Before I continue, let me say that when you have a team member “missing ” and overdue by an hour, you should really contemplate answering your phone anytime it rings.  #Protip

Defib eventually answered his phone and talked to a fisherman who had picked up a hitchhiker and was at the Mortimer store, meaning Radar had made his way to the T-intersection.  YHC told the other team we had located our missing runner and we would see them later.  Radar had printed directions for his run but lost them in the creek.  He made several attempts to find the right trail and when he did he had already run several miles and would have been so far behind he decided to find the road and hitch a ride like someone out of a Stephen King novel.  We had to traverse up and down the mountain two more times to pick up our guy and by now we were really behind.  There was some thought of blowing off the rest of the race and going to eat lunch at Woodlands but that would mean failure.  YHC had a better idea. When we picked up Radar, he was at Betsy’s with the fisherman.  He got to meet the Rottweiler which is the store mascot that was later murdered by some yahoo from Morganton.  You may have seen the story.  https://www.wbtv.com/2021/03/30/gentle-giant-dog-shot-killed-outside-store-during-suspected-robbery-caldwell-county/  The offender has since been identified and arrested so Team HRB doesn’t have to vigilante on his ass.

Upon returning to the EZ of leg 9, we sent Defib out for a brutal 5 mile, 1800 foot climb followed by 2 more miles of quick downhill.  We drove ahead quickly to EZ 10 and let Short Sale start his run.  We then drove ahead to EZ 11 and let Breaker Breaker take off on that leg.  We then waited for Short Sale who cruised up from Linville quickly.  We returned to EZ 10 and hit the convenience store where Short Sale bought me a 20 oz Cheerwine which was awesome.  I enjoyed that goodness until Defib returned.  #HIM

Defib came back to EZ (10)and we took off to the EZ 12 where Breaker Breaker was having a commune with the Boone guys.  Obviously he had finished in good shape and was enjoying himself.  JJ then took off up what is arguably the worst leg in the Mortimer.  Our skipping ahead was working well to gain some time back to catch up to the other teams.  #Modifyasneeded

We waited for JJ at the next EZ (13).  This was the leg that kicked Whoopee’s ass last year.  It is indescribably brutal.  JJ knocked it out and returned no worse for wear somehow.  Stroganoff then left on the next leg (13) and had to run to Trout Lake.  We passed him on the Parkway and he looked like a broken man.  We knew he would finish his final leg despite having recently hating his life and decisions up to that moment.  Stroganoff definitely HTFU’d.

Radar had the next leg (14) which was started out as a windy trail run from Trout Lake under the BRP and to Bass Lake.  There was some trouble locating the trail but he figured it out.  The van then drove to the EZ at Bass Lake.  It was crowded as by this time it was a blue sky, cool day in God’s country, Blowing Rock, North Carolina.  We had a rendezvous with Team two again who had somehow driven to Chetola lodge instead of where they were supposed to be.  YHC believes that Quiche had opted out of running leg 14 due to injury by this time.  I also believe one of their two luxury SUV’s had by that time started the descent back to Gastonia.  Radar came back in after his last leg looking weary and complaining about some knee pain.  He gutted through it and HTFU.

Defib was the next runner (leg 15)who had to run another awful but beautiful leg from the bottom of Bass Lake up to the top of Flattop Mountain and over to App Ski Mountain parking lot.  He announced that he was going to be a while as he didn’t feel that well.  Yeah right….you are Defib we all thought.

After Defib left we drove to App Ski Mountain parking lot to EZ 16.   Lo and behold there was snow and actual skiers on the slopes as we paid the two dollar parking fee.  I think Stroganoff had the money but I can’t remember.  The majority of the other teams were already there and we waited for the runners to arrive.  Although we had basically caught up to the other teams we were still almost the six of the relay.  We took mercy on Defib and inched a little closer to the parking lot attendants so he wouldn’t have to run as far.  Suddenly someone noticed Defib coming in so we drove closer still.  Defib looked awful.  He wasn’t kidding that he wasn’t feeling it.  He looked disheveled and his hair was jacked up.  But we must admit that he beasted arguably the worst 3 legs of this relay.  Without Defib running these monsters, we may still be in Boone waiting.  His last run was 9 miles.  For the record, his three legs were 22.5 miles and 4000 feet of elevation gain.  He most certainly HTFU’d.

Short Sale was next to run towards Boone along some narrow, no shoulder roads.  The van moseyed ahead to the Catholic Church EZ (17) which of course is up an insanely steep quarter-mile hill.  Short Sale emerged walking up the hill with a Resting bitch face.  I think that last doozy of a hill put him over the edge and he was cussing the Race Committee for being so cruel.  He definitely had to HTFU.

Breaker Breaker then took off on his last run of the day.  A 4.2 mile run up to Kidd Brewer stadium and around the neighborhood behind it and back down to where he runs in the woods behind the stadium and to the baseball field.  We drove to the App State baseball field parking lot and waited for him.  It was gameday and we got to enjoy the sights and sounds of an App State/Arkansas State college baseball game with the organ sounds and crowd noise.  It was at this point in time my appetite got the better of me and I ate about half a bag of Rold Gold pretzels, sharing a few with Sargento.  We decided to let JJ begin the glory leg early as we waited for Breaker to come in.  Breaker emerged from the woods and said something about wanting harder legs next year.  Yeah…BB HTFU!

We then had to drive the glory leg to the top of Howards Knob park.  The van had just enough energy left to make it.  We passed JJ along the hills and everyone, regardless of their personalities, felt a shitload of empathy for the poor guy.  That hill is steep!  When we made it to the gate it was locked, or so we thought!  Short Sale figured it out and after a couple three point turns we got to the top and parked it and waited for our hero JJ to TOUCH THE ROCK!  A few celebratory cold wheats were being passed around at the top of that hill while we waited for the runners.  There were some photo’s being taken and our guy Magnum PI, I mean Buckeye was basically taking a shower.  Lots of clothes were changed as people realized they were done for the day.  JJ appeared running towards the top and we were telling him to touch the rock but he passed it and came to YHC and had me touch the rock!  That was a very appreciated gesture but these runners deserved the glory on that day!

After a few moments of celebration we all wanted to get to Woodlands and hit the food.  Fortunately we were there early enough to get three tables and those remaining from F3 Gastonia teams wolfed down wings, barbeque, chicken, and ribs.  It was glorious.  I can’t wait to go back.  Stroganoff once again proved he is a class act by picking up the van driver’s tab!

This relay is a really bad idea but one that must be embraced.  We need challenges in life and even if we get hurt preparing for it that is just like life.  You don’t have a choice but to face adversity and carry on.  Defib proclaimed that his Crowder’s Mountain training runs did nothing to prepare him for this race.  While preparation is usually one of the keys to being successful, let’s face it, sometimes you can’t prepare for everything that comes your way.  When that happens, your attitude makes all the difference.  Will you be one to face the challenges in life or endeavor to persevere?  I think the answer is clear.  When that happens, we all need to HTFU.

I will say it again, these men deserve T-Claps for completing this beast of a relay.  HC for next year.

Roscoe

The Strides of March

Dare to fail; I mentioned that in the Convergence backblast at the beginning of the year. No bigger endeavor than the first ever Strides of March, a double relay through four different exchange zones in Gastonia. As Pepper Brooks said in Dodgeball: “that’s a bold strategy, Cotton.” It was, one that I explained several times in the last few weeks. Most of the responses I received were blank stares or furrowed eyebrows. I dare to say most of the participants didn’t fully comprehend the plan until after they completed the first circuit. That’s okay – the Q had you covered, for the most part. We had 28 “official” participants placed onto three different teams which were quickly named after light beers: Team Bud Light, Team Miller Lite, and Team Coors Light. Admittedly, I could have used more creativity in the names, so if we ever drag this event out again, we can be more democratic in the process. For now, I just needed to identify the teams which were:

Bud Light:

BOS, Oompa Loompa, Hacksaw, Slaw, Blart, Flintstone, Boudin, Pockets, Def Leppard, Pizza Man, Freight

Miller Light:

Radar, Brillo, Orangemen, Breaker Breaker, Short Sale, EZ Rider, Purple Haze, Broke, Gavel

Coors Light:

Round Up, Sarlacc, Stroganoff, Dirt, JJ, Doodles, Dr. Seuss, Montross

Leading up to the event, there was still confusion among the teams, when to run, when to rest, etc. The way this event worked is each team had 2 runners at each exchange zone (Lineberger, SnoBalls, The Pub, and Parkwood Baptist). The 1st runners left at 6:30 am. The 2nd runners remained until the runner at the EZ before them arrived to tag them in. At all times each time had 4 guys (some partners) in motion and 4 resting. Know where to begin, who you tag in and who tags you – it was that simple, if you can call this creation simple. Still, I put together a handbook with maps and directions. Then I put signs out on the course for key turns – well in one spot, I did say go through the intersection with a left turn sign on the opposite side of the road. The Q failed there and BOS paid a penalty (my apologies BOS – I owe you a beverage at Primal). The only other casualty was a late exchange at Parkwood when Flintstone arrived looking to tag his teammate but Slaw was indisposed at the new 7-Eleven earning a road win. Quickly referenced was a similar experience from a few years ago P-200 when Tiny Tank arrived to tag in Slaw “Where the F is Slaw!? Where the F is Slaw!?” Fortunately, Blart was teamed with the King of Deuce and took the behind. But to Slaw’s credit, he caught and passed Blart on the route, making up time undoubtedly having dropped some baggage behind.

Speaking of turning on after-burners, Strava confirmed some PAX were flying around the course, well under their estimated 5k times used as baselines to form the teams. I can only say from personal experience and what a few others shared with me, but I think the beauty of this event was the opportunity for all men to find ways to push. Whether it was to catch the guy ahead, to make up time, to run further than they imagined they could, or just to finish the race. The separate circuits of 2.5, 2.9, 3.2 and 3.0 miles served as a reasonable test for all levels.

In order to put this event on, I needed help. Watts Up created the registration form. Big Pappy quickly converted the handbook to a weblink that could be shared with the participants to study ahead of the race. The SLT that supported the idea. Mayor was on his bike as support for the PAX helping them stay abreast of all that was going on ahead or behind them. JJ, BOS, and Freight were EZ leaders, then Sarlacc, Def Leppard, and Freight helped me start the race (note Freights group started early), but that’s okay. Anyone who has Q’ed a large workout can appreciate the challenge. The Strides of March was difficult because the Q (YHC) was at one of the EZ’s and had to Trust the Team to get this thing started as order was paramount. Other than the one fail previously mentioned, I’m proud to say there were no casualties among the PAX as all returned to their original starting point, possibly a little sore and tired, but can all shared in the accomplishment of having completed the race. Oh – one other Q fail – I was not clear in having the teams record their official end times but that’s okay, this wasn’t about winning – just getting better. So while the Strides of March was Completely Stupid, maybe it wasn’t Utterly Pointless. Ask the guys that finished. Thanks to all that competed and participated. And to those that were OYO: HIPAA rucked the course, Roscoe tested his leg with a few miles, Buckeye went for 6 miles while Sargento and Quiche got 12 miles the long way (they missed the same turn as BOS but their whining doesn’t count).

2/13/21 Inaugural F3 Extinction Run

Warm up: Nope it never did… 36 degrees (feels like 28) with 93% chance of rain.

The week of the Extinction Run I bet I checked the weather three times a day while thinking to myself this is going to be ugly. But in true F3 CSAUP fashion we had 33 HIM, M’s and 2.0’s toe the line for the inaugural F3 Extinction Run benefiting Holy Angels.

For those of you that may not have heard, it went something like this. One mile run against the clock; one mile at a time. Each loop begins and ends at Primal Brewery. From the start the first mile must be completed within the 13-minute time limit. The second mile cannot be started until the siren sounds at the 13-minute mark. Second mile pace and each mile following will be reduced by 15 seconds. Mile two must be completed within 12:45 time limit, mile three within 12:30 and so on. Runner must meet the time limit to proceed to the next mile.
The siren sounded the start of the first lap as the Cheer Dinosaur and DJ Huckleberry were hyping the crowd. Thirty-three runners sped through the course and returned to the line to watch the timer count down the first lap. A quick reset of the timer and we were off for lap number two. A couple of miles in we lost a few runners to the timer. Next the weather started to flex its muscle. Intermittent rain, variable winds, and a temperature that refused to rise. Around the five-mile mark we had a few more runners pull into the pits. This may have had something to do with the fact that the brewery had opened early for us. Time for a breakfast beer! As the miles clicked away some runners added an extra layer, a hat or dry gloves while others were running without these items, including two 2.0s running without shirts. Ten miles in and the field was still running strong. We passed the half marathon point and still had a sizeable field running against the clock and the elements. Mile fourteen took off at a 9:45 pace and our last two 2.0s bowed out. They had plenty left in the tank but their running coach told them to pump the brakes at this point.
Miles fifteen through eighteen the recovery time between laps was getting shorter but the drive and determination of the pax was in high gear. A few more had to drop due to weekend HIM time constraints. I believe these guys are already looking for a rematch…
If the weather would have been spectator friendly the crowd would have been going wild at this point as this race was getting more and more exciting with every lap. Instead, they were inside Primal Brewery getting warm, watching through the windows. With the music still pumping and the wind and rain still playing along the last two laps were left to Bono and MiniVan.
They pushed through and finished the 20th mile loop below an 8:15 pace before pulling into the pits and bringing the Inaugural F3 Extinction Run to a close. Great job by everyone! Next time I will work harder on the weather!

Here are your winners!

PAX
1st Place = Bono
2nd Place  = Hauschka
3rd Place = Purple Haze

M’s
1st Place = Fresh Prince
2nd Place = MiniVan

2.0’s
1st Place = Omaha
2nd Place  =Yo Pauly
3rd Place = Phelps

After a cheers to the runners and the crowd in the brewery and a brief medal ceremony we made not so quick work of naming M Tiger with her new F3 name MiniVan. Next up the 50/50 drawing. The 50/50 pot grew to $186 after Musicbox and Erica worked their way through the crowd making it a $93 each split for Holy Angels and the ticket holder. The winner was drawn and Medicine Woman had the lucky number, but the lucky ones turned out to be Holy Angels as Medicine Woman donated his winnings too. Now that’s a HIM.
The near final tally of the day cleared $700 for Holy Angels with a few more dollars still coming in. YHC will provide an update on the total once later this week. We hope to present the check to Holy Angels at Cherubs after The Fighting Yank on Saturday. Thanks to all of you for your donations.
And last but certainly not least, Thank You to all of our volunteers! Pilgrim, Musicbox (AKA Cheer Dino), Carrie (AKA M Pilgrim), Flintstone, Medicine Woman, Huckleberry, Roscoe, and BuckShot. With your help setup, parking, traffic control, runner safety, music and entertainment made the day a complete success! Would anyone like to volunteer to take on weather control next time?
I hope enjoyed it. Until next time!
BOS

The Strides of March – a Completely Stupid And Utterly Pointless event

If you think the upcoming Extinction Run (still opportunity to register and participate this Saturday – see BOS’ pre-blast) is Completely Stupid And Utterly Pointless, well do I have yet another opportunity for YOU! This may be “stupider” (insert Forest Gump gif “Mama always said stupid is as stupid does”). Yeah the next opportunity for you to dip your big toe into the pond of dumb is Saturday, March 6th at 0630. So allow me to share with you the concept behind this inaugural event.

Some of you have participated in the 50 mile Relay where 4-man teams traveled in a 50 mile loop through all of our AO’s. That was pretty stupid, but well worth it. Well the Czar of Covid, at least the NC Chapter, has continued his decree of limited gatherings and other non-sense so I may have figured out a way to hold a similar relay fashioned event in smaller gatherings and avoid riding in each other’s vehicles. I give you the Double Relay: aka The Strides of March. I’m sure you’re quite intrigued, this double relay – how can it work? I’d say simple but I Q’ed the Convergence and herding you cats from the warm-up to the flag pole was tough. But here it goes:

A team of 8 will have 2 runners spread at 4 exchange zones (EZ): Runner A and Runner B. At 0630, All 4 “A” Runners will leave their EZ for an 3 mile run to the next destination. At the point in time the “A” Runner arrives, they tag in the “B” Runner to begin their 3 mile run. The “A’s” rest for the time until their “B” teammate arrives and tags them back in. Are you with me? Instead of driving and leapfrogging EZ’s as we do in most relays, you run all 4 legs and if you’re thinking this through – yes, you’re correct, you’ll run 12 miles in total, 4 5k’s – that is more than most will do in a lifetime. But think, you get a 20-30-ish minutes of recovery before your next run.

Some of you I know are sprinting to the front of the registration line. Others are doing math and beginning to doubt your ability. Recall – you’ve done Stupid things before – this would be the next on your bucket list. But ask yourself this: do you think Hacksaw wasn’t a bit scared to run 50 miles in 24 hours? Round Up, if he was the slightest bit scared, it never showed. But those two accomplished something they had never done. You can too. So I’ll offer this option – you can ruck or walk half of it (or all of it) if you’re not “a runner.” The sign up contains both options. You put your name on the list and we’ll get the logistics sorted out.

Key things to remember: Saturday, March 6th at 0630 – The Strides of March Double Relay – 8 man teams; Run 12 miles or Ruck/Walk 6 miles. Exchange Zone 1 is Lineberger Park; EZ 2 Snoballs; EZ 3 The Pub; EZ 4 Parkwood Baptist; Contact Short Sale if you have any questions (704-516-2193).

Extinction Run CSAUP

Who: F3 PAX, Ms & 2.0s
What: F3 Extinction Run – You vs. You Running Challenge / Charity Fundraiser
When: 2/13/21 at 0900
Where: Primal Brewery – 52 Ervin St. Belmont
Why: All three Fs. Challenge ourselves. Cheer for each other. Raise money for the community.
Charity: $10.00 suggested donation for Holy Angels
Format: One mile run against the clock; one mile at a time. Each loop begins and ends at Primal Brewery. From the start the first mile must be completed within the 13 minute time limit. The second mile cannot be started until the horn sounds at the 13 minute mark. Second mile pace and each mile following will be reduced by 15 seconds. Mile two must be completed within 12:45 time limit, mile three within 12:30 and so on. Runner must meet the time limit to proceed to the next mile. How many miles can you run before you run out of time? Run a 10 minute mile? You can complete a ½ marathon before pulling into the pits to watch your brothers battle it out mile after mile. Come challenge yourself to a run and stay for lunch and a drink. How long can you prevent your extinction?
Primal Brewery will open at 10:00 for beverages and bathrooms. Kitchen opens at 12:00.
Bring the M. Bring the 2.0s.
See you in the gloom!
BOS

 

 

10 for 10

1/1/21 we celebrated the 10th year of our men’s group.  I say our men’s group and not our workout group because it is so much more than that. It is a men’s group for all the things we need it to be. Fitness, leadership, friendship, support group, and anything you need it to be at the moment when you need it to be. That is why we celebrate because we had something missing in our lives and this has been able to fill it. I’m very thankful for the 21 men that chose to celebrate with me on this day by logging 10 miles in one form or another. Some ran 10, some rucked 10, and some ran and rucked. I’m also thankful for all of those that answered the call to serve by donating blankets and soap. These items are being donated to the Salvation Army to fill an immediate need they have. This kicks off my word for 2021-Serve. I’ve started a list of ways I plan to live out this word this year and one of those items is to collect and give at least once a month. All to often we donate during the holidays and then forget about it the rest of the year. My goal is to meet needs all during the year and of course I’ll be dragging you men into it with me. Great job everyone on the 10 miles and maybe next year we will do 11!

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