(Why aren’t you running?)

J/K! J/K! I see everybody out running. I see the stories on Instagram (rex.hunt.7) and Facebook, Garmin Connect, and strava (canceled premium after the price hike, but there’s no deleting the app 🤷‍♂️.) H.B.I.C. Sydney and I have been getting out in it, too. It’s…invigorating. inspiring? It’s certainly educational.

Syd and I did a long run in the caves at Park University. Go Pirates! It was fun. I guess the following weekend was the time to go, though. ALL of our friends were in there, jogging the just under a mile loop.

Syd and I did not do the caves at that time because we were busy registering for the Winter Argo 13.1 mile run. Or for Bootsy and me, a little bit further than 13.1 miles.

So Sydney and I registered and then ran a little bit of the road. Just a few hills, to remember what it’s all about out there. We saw friends and horses. I made a snow angel.

Fun story: After “Ollie’s Ultra,” Sydney couldn’t find her shockz. 🎶Sad trombone🎶. After searching and searching, she decided they must be on a picnic table in Chanute, Kansas. She ordered new ones, they arrived, everything is fine😐.

We brought some camp chairs from her place to my place in preparation for Cactus Roulette 🌵. Sydney is running 12 hours out there and is going to want to sit eventually. Having the chairs here has been great! I’ve been using them to take my shoes and boots on/off. I feel like Mr. Rogers. So I’m putting this chair away after putting my boots on, and I see Sydney’s shockz draped gently around the arm of the chair. I leave them there because clearly, “that’s where she keeps them now so she doesn’t lose another pair…” I think to myself cleverly.

The next day I’m going on about how great place looks since she cleaned it (she cleaned the house, it looks AMAZING!) And she tells me she was looking for something and just got on a roll. I said “ah! Your shokz! They were on the arm of your camp chair!”

Her

Face.

I thought she was going to cry, or attack me, or run out of the house like it was haunted. She walked over to a basket on the counter, pulled out a pair of headphones, and said, “These are yours.” Then she walked over to a different basket in the corner of the room, grabbed a pair of headphones, and said,”These are the ones I just got.” She walks, gingerly, to the camp chair. Points at the shokz. THE shokz. Turns and walks upstairs. She says, “You should blog about this. I’m getting cleaned up.” She may have cried. I don’t know. She definitely muttered. Hey, who hasn’t, though? Right? People are…you know?

Cactus Roulette 🌵 12 hour noon to midnight.

Argo 13.1 mile run (50k).