|A whole lot of lessons to us all.|
After about the briefest brief in history, which was mostly a couple of jokes about old vs. new flour (Hillbilly Hash had apparently run by recently), a single runner headed into Leesburg, while the other dozen or so stood about in the sun looking at each other. Someone said, "get running," and the runners started saying things like, "Are we going?" "What, now?" and "Was that it?", and gradually they all headed into the street. Then it was the walkers' turn to confab, wondering if they should take the trail or head into town, and eventually they split up; some heading one way and some heading another. To the best of my knowledge, no one headed straight for the bar at Tuscarora Mill.
Most of the walkers were back within an hour. The runners spent more like 90 minutes, finishing up with a brief jog along the W&OD, staying well to the right to avoid the many cyclists enjoying the weather, and a short scramble down to the creek and a quick hop across it. Per Air Horn, "It was a good trail - a bit long, maybe - but that's because we kept screwing up."
|The thing is, if you actually run, you don't get to enjoy the weather for as long.|
And now INDY has just shouted from another room that To Bea or Not to Bea phoned from Arizona to wish the GFH3, individually and severally, a happy Easter. Seconded. For photos, click here.