Author: Laura

After I got off my daily phone call with Clayton to recite the ‘Tribe Pledge’ while kneeling in the corner of my bedroom and to coordinate outfits, I took a look outside to catch the first rays of sunshine shining through the trees. But there was no sun. Wtf. I wrote a status update yesterday boasting this magnificent sunrise the tribe would witness if they got out of bed for stairs and hugs. I put that on the interweb…and isn’t everything on the interweb true? read more

Springtime in San Francisco has officially arrived. With this comes oddly hot weather followed immediately by freezing weather for NO APPARENT REASON. Spring brings a light rain shower that eventually turns into 14 straight days of rain and not knowing what it feels like to be dry anymore. Spring brings extra hours of morning daylight which means girls start wearing make up to NP workouts. We welcome spring with open arms. Get at me son. read more

Passerby: “Oh that all sounds great, I’ll look you guys up online…what did you say you’re called…November’s Children?”

This question, that is so innocent and harmless, gave me such an uncomfortable squeamish feeling that I laughed all the way home. My mind immediately went to such extremes, from the earliest of days of NP. Brogan and Bojan sitting in Bojan’s Allston home hovering over their excel spreadsheet in which Bojan turns to BG, “What should we title this workout?” Which Brogan proudly exclaims “November’s Children. BOOM.” Creepy. read more

After the April Project truth was revealed and Kenny Wong was exposed to be the writer, creator and all around funny man behind it, the tribe began to question the authenticity of all the blog posts. Does Kenny Wong control all social media? Does he write every blog post? Do Laura and Clayton conference call Kenny every Tuesday night to learn what the workout is for the next morning? Does he write the “script” for the “rock show” we put on every Wednesday pre workout? (Record scratch). read more

Let’s get real, people. This was not our first run in the rain. San Francisco is actually one of the rainier cities in California, but we have been pampered the last few months with a fake winter. A Fauxinter, if you would. So naturally when I crawled out of bed this morning  (sometimes I actually crawl on all 4’s to the bathroom) and heard the torrential rain outside my window I contemplated not going to NP. I thought, “ehhhhhh, there’s a 70% chance Clayton will show up today, a 4% chance he will be on time, and a 92% chance that if neither of us show up that Paddy will lead the workout and declare it some sort of National Irish holiday.” Those were good odds. read more

If the goal this morning was to shut the F up and get a badass hill workout in without anyone calling the cops, then maybe we approached this all wrong. Granted, to the best of our knowledge we were successful, but when 75 some odd people gather on a dimly lit street corner in a residential neighborhood at 6:30am wearing head to toe black spandex (including face masks), it suddenly dawns on McClayton that while we may avoid a noise complaint, we probably just jumped up a few notches on the FBI’s watch list. You’ll notice I already assume we’re on the watch list to begin with… Point being, please keep a keen eye out for any suspicious men in suits following you around over the weekend. read more

Tribe, I have a confession to make: I am already sore from this morning’s workout.

And I only did about 65% of it.

It’s this pain that runs from my low back up to my upper traps, down my arms to the backs of my legs. And it feels incredible. I hope I am not alone in this. I hope that right now you are on the MUNI reading this blog post, next to the guy with the oversized backpack who every single morning turns quickly and knocks you over unapologetically like a fucking wrecking ball, sans Miley Cyrus. That guy doesn’t have burning calf muscles from the last hill climb of the ‘chaos lap.’ That guy doesn’t even know what a ‘chaos lap’ is. Well, maybe he thinks he does, but his definition consists of the TL on a Thursday night, Walt White, and a wad of cash. Can you actually ask him what he thinks a chaos lap is? Don’t worry, we’ll wait. read more

I blacked out the last 10 minutes of that workout. Probably during the Chaos Lap.

Wisconsin notes:

-“The Vortex” came back with whirl of new categories

-Some of these categories offended people

-Some of these categories only Gil fit the description of (i.e. “Your AIM screen name had the numbers 69 in it”) read more

Many didn’t know Barnum The Dog before this morning, but Barnum has a long history with Bernal Heights. You see, months ago, a few of your favorite (or least favorite, depending on your preference) runners went to Bernal Heights for a little NP extracurricular activity and Sam Livermore thought it would be a great place for Barnum to stretch his 2 inches legs. Not 10 minutes after arriving, Sam shouts “BARNUM? BARNUM? BARNUM! GUYS! BARNUM FELL OFF A CLIFF!!” read more