Have you seen the new 12athon challenge called Cookie Badge? You read that right—fuel your run with Girl Scout cookies. What could be better? Well, sure, maybe for you people out there in your awesome civilized worlds, but it turns out that 12athon HQ is smack in the middle of a cookie desert. Cookie Finder tells me I have to go all the way to Greensboro to get my Samoa fix. That’s like 30 miles! Seriously, there isn’t a single badged-up Girl Scout troop in all of western Rockingham County? If there is, they haven’t heard of this Internet thing or, you know, selling cookies.
Maybe this guy has something to do with it. I bet he’s got a closet full of Thin Mints.
Meanwhile, crazy race directors I’ve never met in meatspace are making up nicknames to put on our Drool Deer race bibs and posting them on Facebook. Everyone secretly wants a nickname, but then you kind of dread hearing what people will come up with. Josh is hereafter known as Trippy Wetstockings. Ten bucks says he sticks “Lord” in front of it before the week is out. I can’t tell you mine yet because those goons won’t spill it. What’s the Drool Deer? It’s the third race in the brotherhood of the rabid squirrels. Something to do with running up a massive granite dome out in the wilds of Stone Mountain. Sounds like a recipe for regret. Pretty stoked about it!
Despite this week’s hardships, I managed to run the trails twice and enjoyed an excellent 2.5 miles with the kids in the GoFar group. Saturday will find me up in Martinsville, running 10 on the ol’ Dick & Willie (stop snickering) and stalking elusive Girl Scouts. I hope that sentence doesn’t get me arrested.
I don’t know where this is all leading, but check out this tiny chameleon!