“Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
Our fearless and fast cheerleader. Our crazy mountain man. Our goddamn ride! (Or at least Nikki’s and Aaron’s.) Every. Damn. Nopro.
Since we all tribed up, you have been nothing short of amazeballs. You run after running. You run after drinking and running! You are ever encouraging. Droppin’ verbals like ladies. You even wear superhero gear because, let’s face it, you are one..
Until now. What happened? You were supposed to save Christmas!
We (and the tribe — we speak for them now) really, reeeeeaaaaaally missed you this morning at Rash Field.. er, the North Pole — and ALL OVER THE WORLD. Slacker. We were hoping you’d be decked out in red and green spandex and holding a giant sack of presents for everyone. Cough Cough 😉