AO: Tavern
QiC: Gronkins
Pax Count: 1
Pax List: Gronkins
FNG Count: 0
Downrange:
It was an uncharacteristically cool May morning in Atlanta when Gronkins woke up — 60 degrees.
Gronkins was tired. He didn’t want to go to Tavern and run 5 miles. He ate some smash burgers the night before, which we’re delicious, but potentially deadly when they jostled in a tummy for too long. There was concern in his mind – that same concern that turns into a rationalization to stay and bed and commit the ultimate F3 no-no: the fart-sack.
He pushed through his concern enough to crawl out of bed and put on his running clothes.
Gronkins picked up his phone to check the weather…
Suddenly — “What!? Noooooo!” — Gronkins screamed as he fell to his knees, assuredly waking up his slumbering roommates nearby.
Gronkins had received a fateful text that said his only running companion would not be able to make the run that morning at Tavern.
“No matter! I’m no sad-clown!” exclaimed Gronkins.
He mustered up the motivation, lifted himself from his knees, grabbed his keys and exited the house.
Gronkins’ drive to the Terminus meeting point was like any other trip there during a typical week, but this time, he knew that he would not be met by his fellow PAX.
As he pulled up to his parking spot, past the fire-hydrant, a tear rolled down his face. He brushed it away and paused the Coldplay playlist on his phone. Now was not the time for tears!
Gronkins leapt from his vehicle and moseyed across the street to begin his stretching movements.
“Alright everyone, my name is Gronkins and welcome to F3 Tavern” echoed into the early morning air without making it to a single listening ear.
And then. Gronkins ran. He ran so far and so fast, some passersby thought that he might be running from something. But what? They couldn’t tell. But Gronkins knew, he was running from his loneliness.
The 5 miles passed in a blink, and Gronkins crossed the finish line with his head held high, knowing that he accomplished what others only dreamt about.
He goes down in history, not as the only PAX to have run Tavern alone, but as the only one to make a scene about it by writing an entirely too long backblast when he should have been doing something much more productive. Sweet.