AO: POOLER
QiC: Betty Crocker
Date: 04/29/2025
Title: True story – but man chatGPT makes this easy
Number of HIMs: 4
Betty Crocker, Flat Tire, H.A.L., Portabella
Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:
WarmOrama:
OYO – BC and HAL put in some warmup miles in the backlot and the bleachers. But before Tha Thang started, well just read below …
Tha Thang:
**“No Gloves Tuesday” – A Pre-Dawn Saga**
*By Four Brave (and Slightly Confused) Men*
On a chilly morn 'fore the crack of dawn,
Four warriors met with their headlamps on.
No gloves in sight, not even a pair,
Just grit and guts and frosty air.
There was **Betty Crocker**, baker of speed,
**Flat Tire**, who rolls with unspoken creed.
**Portobello**, shroomin’ with flair,
And good ol’ **HAL**, part man, part software.
They ran through gloom, no whining, no slack,
Even did *extra credit*, not lookin’ back.
But fate would twist their cardio fate,
With a parked-up car… and emotions innate.
A vehicle sat, oddly alone,
Lights off, engine still, no one on the phone.
Betty Crocker passed, mid-stride and keen—
When out of the car came a BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAM.
BC stopped short, looked back in alarm,
"Y'all good in there?"—He meant no harm.
A voice replied from the mystery ride,
“Yeah… we're fine!” (Though someone just cried.)
Shaken but curious, BC met his crew,
At the YMCA with tales anew.
With Flat Tire and HAL he hopped in a ride,
To play Scooby-Doo on the mystery side.
Back they drove, to the scene of the shout,
Expecting… what? They weren’t sure about.
Three souls in the car, calm as a breeze,
“Just letting out feelings,” they said with ease.
“At 5:20 AM?” HAL raised a brow.
“In a dark lot?” FT asked, “Y’all good now?”
They nodded, serene, like this was the norm—
Screaming catharsis? Pre-breakfast form?
The men drove off, heads slightly tilted,
Their run complete, their hearts now quilted
With tales of sweat, screams, and the day’s first light—
Another No Gloves Tuesday… what a fright.
COT:
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