Moustache Unplugged #30

....hehehe, he changed the password, but I hacked back... and undetected I will take the opportunity to work on a letter....


Dear Self-Important Mountain Biker,

You were decked out in full crash gear to include a helmet with a wrap around face guard, shin protectors, knee pads, and thick gloves. Apparently, your high speed goggles were either too tinted or fogged up to notice the rules of the trail since you were to yield to me as I trotted up the single track trail and we collided...

Spartan Beast in Breckendridge 2015

What am I doing here?  Look at all these people! 

Six-pack abs here, lean biceps there. Chiseled torsos, sculpted butts, sweeping quads with strong calves...and all covered in new, skin tight spandex or exposed in dainty race attire. And the dudes?  Pretty much the same thing...muscles, tattoos and vividly colored name brand clothing.  And, everyone was sporting the latest and greatest trail running shoes. I had no idea the Spartan Race series was followed by such a fitness crazed cult.

High-Heeled Sneakers

"What are you doing back?" asked my surgeon upon entering the examination room.

"Well, it's not because I missed you," I replied, thankful that Doc puts up with me.

Triple Crown Sweetness

"So, American Pharoah, it'd be awesome if you win the Triple Crown, but you probably won't."
"The Belmont eats horses and American Pharoah doesn't have it."
"History clearly shows that American Pharoah will be the next horse to almost win the Triple Crown."

The Beer Relay

"Seriously? A trail run relay that actually deducts time, like a reward, for drinking beer?" I wrinkled my brow. Obviously, I misunderstood something or my buddy was playing a cruel joke.

"Yup! True story. So do you want to do it?" Neil repeated and appeared totally serious.

"Heck ya!"