|Moi, John D and John W on the PCT|
The stories just kept coming this weekend. There was the one about Brian cat getting thrown into a rag doll like cartwheel on the buss ride back from the St. George marathon. Still wearing his marathon medal, the post race beer garden had taken its toll on his sense of balance.
Then there was “Big Gulp” Karl. Karl rode his Gold Wing motorcycle through a traffic light one evening. Oblivious to the dead end just ahead, he launched himself Evel Knievel style into the air. He walked away from it. “Big Gulp” was for showing up to a trail run with two 7-11 big gulp cups to meet his hydration needs.
Some of the stories have taken on a life of their own.
Like the one when John W and I were each smoking a cigar in my hot tub one evening. I looked over and saw a gargantuan sized cockroach on the cinder block wall some ten feet from us. We just laughed and joked and continued smoking. Then, a few minutes later, John W experienced something that belongs only in your worst nightmare. He took a puff from his cigar but didn’t realize the roach was sitting on the tip of it. By the time he realized what was happening, the roach was in his mouth running around! It was not a small roach. It was a gargantuan roach.
We runners share a common thread that we use to stitch our lives together. I call it the running thread. I hope to keep stitching for some time to come. How about you?