Tabata of Pain
Started to stretch out as Whiskey and Noodle pull up. Noodle is grinning ear to ear since he just got new shoes and did a five mile pre-run. Whiskey wasn’t as happy and mumbled that he hoped we weren’t going far. Good thing for Whiskey – we weren’t. Let everyone roll in, made the disclaimer and got to work. We moseyed to the top of the hill by snaking through the parking lot and circled…
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