El Dorado. She’s an intellectual type for sure. Has she ever even left campus? She’s more interested in your brain than your brawn with deep existential questions like, “What is pain?”
And then there’s Lady Horseshoe. She’s a suburban queen with her manicured lawns of perfect petunias, but the only thing on her “honey do” list is: Pick up some pain.
And oh yes… there’s Miss Mutha. She’s an uptown glory girl and she’s high maintenance. She’ll seduce you, let you dance with her, but she’s going to leave you in a crying heap when the club closes.
But finally there’s NoDa Power Hour. She’s a little bit country and little bit rock n roll. An all-natural hippie hill with some PBR and crepes waiting for you at the end. If you’re in CLT, you just can’t beat a night in NoDa.
We launched between a brewery and a bakery. Jolly didn’t know which way to turn… when he saw that the bakery was 24/7/365 I was sure we’d lose him to a crepe frenzy. Instead, he knuckled up and turned in a gob of fast laps for the power hour.
We cured PrimeTime’s ailment. Aye.
Freepass’s gadget report looked like a saw blade for both elevation and heart rate.
Pierogi persevered through the pinch.
YHC had an emergency bail-out for a minute or two. Thank you Father McReesh for putting your building there.
Bago and Skipper represented MECA with strong speed, and Skipper went all Forrest Gump at the end and just kept on running.
Something about cigarette smoke and a garbage truck from Burner.
Mortimer. nothing else need be said.
Well, everyone got in 6-8 miles. Good time was had by all. Rebound (alumni from F3 at CRM) came out to say hello. He’d been working at Amelie’s since 2 am. Aye.
That’s a keeper. Let’s do it again.