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Sean's new match.com profile picture
Sean’s new match.com profile pic

Sean is leaving Leesburg.  For real.  2016 really is the year of low probability events.

Sean's Merry Farewell Party
Sean’s Merry Farewell Party

Are we thrilled that Sean’s going to wake up every morning with a view of the Rockies?  That he’ll never miss a day of fresh powder for the rest of his life?  That he’ll live in a town where he can walk to a coffee shop.  Or a bar.  Or, hell’s bells, refill a prescription all by his little self.  Where a free shuttle bus will whisk him from Frisco to Breck faster than Sean can down a mountain dew.

Signal Knob overlook
Signal Knob overlook: one of Sean’s favorite spots in the ‘nuttens

But does my stomach pang every time I try to imagine running Magnus Gluteus without Sean?  Or Catherines.  Or Race for the Birds.  I’m trying not to think about it.  Sean loves trail running more than anyone I know.  He laughs harder than anyone I know.  Maybe the two have to go together, given how frequently Sean end-os on those rocks.

Keith wistfully recalls what he refers to (in front of his wife) as The Best Days of My Life, living with Sean in the WUS house
Keith wistfully recalls what he refers to (in front of his wife) as The Best Days of My Life, living with Sean in the WUS house
Did I mention Sean likes to laugh?
Did I mention Sean likes to laugh?

So how does a runner cope with sharply conflicted emotions?  Why, alcohol, of course.

Heather's daughter Cortland learns the real appeal of trail running
Heather’s daughter Cortland learns the real appeal of trail running at the 6-hr tailgate
Waaay too much bourbon...
Group hugs help the Wussies say bye.  And stand upright.

The 10 mile loop up to Signal Knob was just long enough to justify the long party in the Signal Knob parking lot.  Sean’s been recovering from last spring’s knee surgery all summer, so it’s been a while since we’ve been able to chase him down rocky trails.  Or, should I say, watch him whizz by like the Flash and dissolve before our eyes into the trees.

Zubs finds a younger self
Zubs finds a younger self
Schuster!
Schuster finds….
some rocks
some rocks

Sean brings out the younger versions of folk, and even old-man-chronic-back-aches Zaruba was flying down like a spring chicken.  And speaking of recoveries, a highlight of the day was definitely seeing Schmidty hurdling over those rocks as if his pelvis had no idea it was being held together by a long piece of metal.  Sean told me Brian could hike 4 miles.  He did 8.

Brian was a Sugar magnet
Brian was a Sugar magnet
Heather and Sean go waaay back
Heather and Sean go waaay back

All hell broke loose when Sean cracked open a bottle of fine Spottsylvania bourbon in the parking lot.  For future events, we should coordinate and make sure only one person brings a bottle of bourbon.  Mr Corris won’t be making that mistake again.

Aaron falls victim to the second bottle of bourbon
Aaron falls victim to the second bottle of bourbon

We spent a chunk of the afternoon trying to convince Zaruba to spend more time with us in DC.  If we can’t have Sean’s giggles, can we at least have Zubs’s stories?

Zaruba + bourbon = Storytime
Zaruba retells the iconic story of the inversion table
Our best 'creepy Greg' impression
Nobody does the ‘creepy Greg’ impression better than Greg

Truth is, I know we’ll still be seeing plenty of Sean, perhaps as much as I see him these days in Leesburg.  I promise, on the sacred paw of my cat Leda, that I will try in earnest to make it out to Frisco 2x a year (winter and summer), and I will set-in-stone make it out once a year.  In return, Mr Andrish, you should know by now that I will not forget your promise to visit DC once a year.  DC sure is nice in April and May during Frisco’s dreary mud season.  And we got Promise Land, Race for the Birds, Lobsterfest….

Marmots don't forget
Marmots don’t forget

Happy 10th Anni-WUS-ary

WUS celebrates 10 years of drinking beer, not getting arrested, and fitting in some running in there

Shiela and Brienne enjoy the post-race high
Sheila and Brienne ride the post-race buzz

The Woodley Ultra Society running club has survived since 2006, owing to the strength of its core principle: trail running should be fun.  And preferably combined with tasty beverages and gooey pizza, in an establishment where the staff knows us well enough to not care that we stink.

The Beer Mile is a sacred WUSsie tradition
The Beer Mile is a sacred WUSsie rite of passage

Recognizing the importance of beverages in the history of WUS, we celebrated the tin anniversary with a Beer Mile, trail-style.  Kerry O. and Kirstin attended as the sole representatives of the original WUS group, which has mostly scattered to other nationally recognized trail running meccas like Bend, Frisco, and….Alexandria.

Kerry enjoys WUS much more now that she got rid of all the free-loaders
Kerry enjoys WUS more now that she got rid of all the freeloaders

The high turnover of WUSsies means that newcomers are often the lifeblood of the club, and it was fitting that the Mile winners were both newbies.  Trevor B., WUS’s latest pride and joy, cruised to victory in the men’s race, even besting the JLD Donut King.

Trevor continues his streak of unstoppability with his biggest victory of the year
Trevor continues his streak of invincibility with his biggest victory of the year

The fact that Sheila hasn’t WUSsed in a year appeared to be no limitation during her dominating victory in the women’s race.  But the Beer Mile is a race where the losers and winners pretty much get the same prize at the end: the chance to see Martha totally blasted out her mind.

I continue my streak of vincibility
I continue my streak of vincibility

 

Results

Trevor 8:17 – mic drop
JLD 10:02 – so tantalizing close to being Donut/Beer double champ, maybe if he WUSed more
Sheila 11:15 – queen of suds
Dr. JJ 11:40 – winner, PhD category
WHTom 11:53 – winner, best effort to make it to a Beer Mile
Marmot 13:19 – winner, didn’t poop my pants!
JoCo 18:21 – winner, best Beer Mile blowup
O’Sullivans 21:31 – winners!  always.  inscribed in the WUS rulebook
Kir and Ma Walcott 26:14:00 - first ma!
Brienne DNF – but brought tasty snacks
Angie DNF – but performed a vital task that unfortunately cannot be credited due to the tenuous nature of Angie’s employment
Liana DNS – best reason for not doing a Beer Mile
Jabooter DNS - best nickname
Aras DNS - best performance by a toddler in what must have seemed a horror movie of bright lights and belching zombies
Momma Julian DNS - best performance in soothing a toddler trapped inside a horror movie
Aaron DNS – points points points!  for timing….for tolerating the drunk marmot….for finding Trevor’s wallet
Sarah and Scott DNS – best visual depiction of a marmot

splits

As commemoration of 10 years of WUSsies, we stretched our memories to come up with a top-10 list of WUS lore:

10.  Neal dropping a deuce in the fancy Georgetown house’s backyard in the final stretch of the Donut Run.

Focused women's winner Sheila V. has no time for JLD's high five
JLD’s high five attempt is no match for the super-focus of women’s winner Sheila V.

9.  The WUS when Aaron & co tried their best not to interuptus the coitus that was brazenly occurring along our WUS route.

Julian and Kirstin debate who made the better fashion statement
Julian and Kirstin debate who made the better fashion statement

8.  ‘I would run the s%*& out of that hill’ – PHT 2015

 

JoCo as usual has the night's best quotes, encompassing a wide range of topics from hills to weed
JoCo as always has the night’s best quotes

7.  The night Tom C. tried to get Matt to pass him the damn pepper.

6.  The Plague of Frogs WUS.

WHT decides he made the right call in busting out of work early
WHT definitely made the right call busting out of work early

5.  The WUS when Joe and Michele were Uh, Just Looking at These Rocks Over Here.

4.  The moment when Nancy from the Track faceplanted over the final chain on the Glover Archibald Trail.  Trail fairies everywhere were extinguished in sorrow.

Doug concurs with the superiority of the new-and-improved WUS sans freeloaders
Doug concurs with the superiority of the new-and-improved WUS sans freeloaders

3.  Neal and Bobby collapsed beside each other at the finish line of the most Epic Beer Mile WUS.

2.  The surreal snowfall WUS when we came across a man with a long white beard and no shoes riding a white horse bareback while carrying a staff.

Trevor also won for best hair style
Trevor also won for best hair style

1. The time that Sean swapped his slightly-less-sweat-drenched shirt for Keith’s at CPBG so that Keith could keep macking unsuccessfully on waitress Kathleen.