AO: UNDERGROUND
QiC: _Not Registered
Date: 02/08/2025
Title: Saturday mileage
Number of HIMs: 4
Bogey, Fro-Zone, H.A.L., Tutti Frutti
Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:
WarmOrama:
Little stretching OYO
Tha Thang:
Through streets of Savannah, slick with rain,
Four brothers ran in the dark again.
The city lights were soft and low,
Our breath rose thick, our pace was slow.
Bogey had just flown back last night,
From DC’s grand and gleaming height.
He’d wined and dined, he’d feasted well,
His legs now heavy—hard to tell.
Yet five long miles, we swore to tread,
Through puddled streets where echoes spread.
No man alone, no step in vain,
We ran as one through mist and pain.
The dawn was dim, the road was wide,
With laughter tossed and shoes mud-dyed.
We promised we’d be there, all four,
Through every mile and maybe more.
COT:
Coffee at Savannah Coffee House
