Last night NPSF took over AT&T park with our friends/offspring, TNF Mountain Athletics, for a stadium stair session/dance party/Warriors screening/Dean Karnases (spell check? not looking it up) autograph signing that was sure to leave your legs-a-aching. Then, less than 12 hours later, we decided to have you crush your hamstrings again at 5:30am and 6:30am, because, well, that’s just what we do on Fridays. If your legs aren’t sore by now, then you’re doing something wrong. Or you’re Paddy, who is at some sort of weed convention in Colorado this week/weekend and can’t feel anything from the waste down.
This morning’s hill session was directly in Clayton’s backyard. In fact, after crushing 5:30am hills with Ali, Henry, and Dart (yes, I count dogs to get #EARLYGANG’s numbers up), he went home to move his laundry from the washer to the dryer, and returned for #LATEGANG. It’s casual Friday at Clayton’s office and his office appropriate denim-wear needed a wash. (All my other denim-wear are jorts). That kind of sounds like the start to a bumper sticker I need to have: “My other car is jorts” … ok never mind.
Alright I think this blog has run it’s course… have a nice weekend everyone!
Oh, and join us tomorrow for the Alta Plaza Cleanup (3.0).: https://www.facebook.com/events/1455132701451371/Share via socials: