Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

So there we stood, at 5:41, locked outside the gate.  PAX assembled, ready to roll.  In comes Cheddar-Bo, hot, with 3 minutes to spare.

The plan was to start INSIDE the gates, , by the tennis courts, right where Michelob normally plants the shovel flag. Where we’ve been for the last, I don’t know, half-dozen times I’ve posted.

But no, not today.

YHC decided we should keep our carbon footprint light, as we had all just shut down and locked up.  And Denali had just finished running through the dark to meet us at the gates; woulda been a kickinthenutz to have him run back by himself.

5:45 according to Apple and 47 satellites, so off we went.  After taking a beating in Umstead Sunday trying to get my trail legs back, YHC was NOT looking forward to much running today.

Heard Smokey ask, do we need a light?  I shoulda told him yes…foreshadowing.


-“Follow me”…Run in from the gate to the batting cage lot.

-Circle up  SSH x 20

-“Follow me”…Run down to the planned starting point

-Good Morning x 15 (PAX reminded YHC these would be “in cadence”…mybad)

-Stay in position for 10 SFAC’s front

hold it

9 (yes, 9) SFAC back (YHC had an issue with too soon of a cadence change)


The Thang

-To the rockpile to grab a traveler.

Mosey to basketball court and split up

-Ones rock suicides,

-Twos rock your body

flapjack x 2

-Bring your rock to bottom of the hill, keep your partners

-Ones carry your rock to the top, 5 merkins left hand on rock, 5 both, 5 right, back down hill

-Twos 10 rock hammers, some WWII situps OYO with or without rock, your choice (HotSpot said they were easier with…YHC tried and agreed)


-Walk back to the ditch and put your rocks away, recover

-Indian run lines of ones and twos 2 laps around the pickle

-Form up under the shelter for:

15 derkins, 20 of Franklin’s “sdfolnfs” (ALRSU’s), 15 erkins (or something close to that number).  Apparently I got my cadence calling correct there per Term Paper, so got that working for me.

-Ones and Twos again raccoon crawl down the benches, then lunge walk back, repeato.  Heard quite a few “haven’t tried this before”s.  Credit to Phoenix the other week when Keester and Jelly Belly thought that’d be a good idea at the picnic shelter at Bond Park.  Sorry TP if it triggered some acrophobia for you.

-Squat hold recover

-“Follow me”…in the dark.  Smokey’s light would’ve been great here.  YHC punched the button on his arm-mounted iPhone, but the gloom was not lit much.

-Recovery plank while the sixes arrived, then into chilcutt, back into plank (“on your fours” is what I heard, ‘bows and toes)

-Partner up, size matters, for partner carries up the hill, jog back down, flapjack

Ma Bell claimed YHC, RESPECT Ma Bell!  He flew up the hill.  We got the holeshot on the repeato, but I was about out of steam 30 yards from the top.  Ma dug in a spur and we made it.

Mumblechatter about “you know, we could stay up here, since our cars are closer”

-Indian Run back up the hill to the circle via powerline hill

-Pitstop back in the batting cage lot to regroup, might as well throw in some Imperial Walkers

-“Follow me for the last time…today”-Indian run back towards the kickoff, with an audible right turn into the softball lot


On your sixes

-Boat Canoe for a bit

-Freddy Mercuries for a bit

-Box cutters x 10 or so

-Have a Nice Day x 30seconds

Q=Toast…expired at 6:29


No #hates today, lotsa mehs, and many respects


Earhart kicking a new AO to life at Apex Nature Park in the not too distant future;

Hotspot states the Q cupboard is bare…you see what you get when the cupboard is bare based on today’s workout!

Denali shared 3rd F opportunity upcoming in November, Neighbor to Neighbor (?)…Q going a little hypoxic so might’ve drifted out of consciousness briefly.


Sputnik’s sudden loss of his father, CD’s brother’s family about to grow, our brothers who were not with us this morning that they have received answers to offered prayers (Yogi’s job search, Hotspot’s friend Norman, Cheese’s friends mother Sybil, Saban’s daughter Molly.  Also for Charlotte, and our Country as a whole.  Also YHC is requesting your prayers for the Ragnar trail relay down in Fort Mill this weekend.  Night running along single track might be a little CSAUP.

Request to lead out in prayer snagged up by Grinch, who put it so eloquently.

Then Denali drifted back off into the brightening gloom.  Those runners…sheesh.


Ran this workout by the site co-Q over the weekend, he made some suggestions that you can thank him for.  But as usual I ran out of time for some stuff.  So I’ll save it for next time.

You men still amaze me at what you are capable of individually and collectively.  If only…if only the rest of America were as committed to doing the right thing.

Missed some of the regulars, and down a little from last week’s 27, but 20 made a little easier for the Q to manage.

Oh and bonus…arrived at work only to remember today was free pancake breakfast day…#allfornaught

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