David CookRan the Scenic City Trail race on Saturday.
(Sorry. Let me try that again.)
Ran and walked the Scenic City Trail race on Saturday. Things were fine until mile 10, when my hamstrings decided they’d had enough and went back to the car.
Otherwise, it was a beautiful day up on Raccoon Mountain. The sky was an endless blue, the woods a springtime green. It was the handiwork of God, with Bob Ross whispering in his ear.
So afterward, I’m shuffling around, refueling on peanut M&Ms and cans of Modelo, trying to ice down my gluteus-everythingus when lo and behold, I look over and see Fred Fletcher.