For the past three years I have hosted the F.M.O. (Fathers, Mothers and Others) trail run. The concept for this run was born from a Fathers Day experience four years ago. That Fathers Day, I left the house just shy of eight A.M. mindful of the fact that it was “My Day”, but even so I probably shouldn't linger too much after we finished; after all Fathers Day breakfast would be awaiting my return.
On occasion, intentions don't match actual performance, so as my wife's van rolled towards the parking lot where we start and finish our runs, I glanced at my watch to see it was twelve thirty. (We had not been running for four and one half hours). As the window of the van rolled down, I attempted to relocate a beer, not at all fooling the annoyed one who asked, “Are you coming home, we've been holding breakfast hours for you”.
Hence the start of F.M.O., starting and finishing at my house just couldn't get me in too much trouble, could it?
Tomorrow we should have twenty or so runners start off with planned runs of 5,8,11,16 and 21 miles. Of course someone might get lost and have that “mystery run” of untold miles, similar to last year when, mid afternoon someone noticed that one of our group was missing. Ah yes, nothing finer then putting back on the trail shoes, after a few beers, dogs and burgers to sweep trail trail a few miles for a wayward runner.
I can't wait for tomorrow!
Later... Mike
Sounds like great fun, Mike. Sorry we're going to miss it.
ReplyDeleteLou, hope you have a great time at your daughters Birthday. Get that foot healed up quickly.
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