OH SHIT!

Guys,

Today. Was awesome. PRs were flying off the shelves, hugs were being tossed around like candy, and the music was bumpin. PR day only happens once a month and because of that we get all hot and bothered days–sometimes weeks–before. You gotta plan out what you eat the night before*, get your shoes ready, and your finest #grassrootsgear laid out. You’re here to race… to tell your ‘past-you’ that “that last PR was good and all, and I know you were trying real hard, but it just wasn’t good enough. You know you can do better. You’ve been training for this every Wednesday. You’re here to crush steps and take names.” And this morning we did just that. Racing is hard. It’s hard to push yourself to the edge and completely empty the tank. It’s hard, it’s uncomfortable, and it makes you wanna toss your cookies all over the concrete (*another shout out to ‘No late night burritos Tuesday night’), but because of all that–so damn rewarding. A lot of people call us crazy. And there are some things–ok, a lot of things–that are crazy about November Project culture…
We hug a lot. Like–a lot, a lot.
We scream profanities at ungodly hours of the morning.
Were actually awake at ungodly hours of the morning^.

And then there are some things that are f*ckin’ badass about November Project culture…

We race really hard.
We win shit.
We run stairs for fun.

IMG_5123This morning was a lot of both. Loads of people PR’d whether it be by time or by most sections done before we call it, and it’s clear that the Boston Tribe is getting weirder and faster right in time for an epic summer. Did I say epic? Well, fuck. It IS gonna be EPIC.
Stop hitting snooze.
Stop sleeping in.
I’m telling you this as a friend. Don’t miss out on the fun. You’ll never know what’s going to happen unless you show up.
I got asked today “Do you guys do this through summer?” hell yeah we do! And Fall. And Winter. And rain. And sleet. And heat. And snow. We’ll be here every Wednesday from now until the end of time. Won’t you join me? See ya there.

Much Love,
– C. Payne

*No burritos–to make sure the Section 15 poop-attack stays away.
^EmSauce woke up at 3:45am this morning. Yes–that time that you look at your watch on a Saturday night and realize you’ve stayed out farrr too late? Yeah. She got up then…

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