Instructions were given to make it to the VFW in HBC at 8pm, and plan for an elite, kick-some-ass-trail, up and down mountains, and longer than a wussy 5k…
I hobbled into the VFW, hoping to offer my expertise as a bag-sitter, which apparently everyone else was planning to do as well. Oh well. The bar had a shot special, and we enjoyed some hasher bonding (not bondage…).
Promises were made that next week, or the week after, the STD was really going to run again, and be a pretty intense trail. Hopefully at least as intense as that shot special.
(pic by Erection Notice)