Chock full o merch.
Car trouble aside, HKAC-Petit was ready to begin its jaunt. Well, after some lazing, a fistful of elephant ear pastries, some crack deucing, a little swimming, and a leisurely Sunday drive. The harriers were: Madge, Brandon Kowloon, and the aforementioned silent partner PK. "We are f*^ked for RTB 2016," said Madge, "and that's best case scenario." Said Brandon Kowloon, mid-first leg, and looking bad: "I really hope this jaunt propels me into, you know, regular running." While fitness for Roxbury remains elusive, eventually, the results came:
31 miles at 6:36 pace is a nice way to spend the crisp autumn day. So too though is eating pastries.
Other key omens and highlights along the way:
Strong omen that Gaffer 2000 was inside us. Like actually inside.
Kept at the ready should we need to cover up at the gas station.
Protective cloak of Kitty-at-the-bus-stop nighty allows
PK to go from 0 miles to full relay mode in no time at all.
Lunch time: you and I call it another good omen;
Gaffer calls it outrageous crutchery copyright infringement.