Horsemen Whinnying at One Another
If you don't know who the Horsemen are, go here and read.
This is the email exchange when Sir Phil contacted Sir Bashman about this year's race. It's a pretty standard exchange.:
OK, bubba, time to let yourself be counted. Grose and I and now his brother (who will come for the comic relief, not for the run) are in.
The run is only about three weeks away. Are you in or shall we be half in number yet again?
Almost done with your thirty six one-month tours. How's it going?
Deep in the fight.
Extend lines order received.
No relief coming...
Resupply has hot wets and poptarts only no bullets no fuel.
Maybe next year.
Boooo. Booooo. Boooo.
Magnus says we're doing just fine on Recruiting. He must think you're too valuable to spare. OK, bubba, strength and honor and we'll have to check in next year. Still going to school?
Another waiver this year? It's OK, Sir Quist has less of an excuse and his lady part went full bloom when approached about this year's race.
But here this, ye Horsemen, I am moving to San Diego and thus will be a base of operation. Sir Bashman will be out of the recruiting testicle vice, Sir Quist will be battling the LtCol battle of the extending belt length, and Sir Phil already has a proven record to not let distance or petty responsibility impinge on his yearly trek westward. Therefore, in 2007, all lights are green to once again gather the Horsemen for 8th anniversary of this auspicious beginning.
So it is said, so it is done.
BTW, I will be crossing the line this year sub-5. In my last 6 tries, last year was the fastest I had run it at about 5:04. Although I may never surpass Sir Phil's freakish sprint of 4:45ish two years ago, it will be my first time to achieve sub-5. Send your horsie prayers my way, I'm training like it's my job.