#nbevent

Any time there was a group of runners all going on the same predetermined route with a finish line, he knew that it was a race - even if the organizers wouldn’t officially call it that. Brennon wasn’t stupid, that was just how it worked. Which was the whole reason he was being serious about stretching beforehand - he was intending to crush all the other doctors (and more importantly beat his wife). “So, I’m thinking last one to finish has to buy us all beer?” Brennon asked, as he stretched out his quads, “Seems fair, right?”

Surge thought the underwear run was stupid. While the raising money part was cool, he didn’t see the point of running around in your underwear. Or how seriously everyone seemed to be taking it. But with everything going on with his hand recovery, having an excuse to actually run and get some of his pent up anger (at himself...at his father...at the world) out without actually harming himself more. Sitting on a bench eating the burrito that had been shoved at him by his sister when he dropped of Pilar to babysit, he watched everyone getting ready.  “They know this isn’t like...serious, right?” he asked, judging the amount of people who seemed to think of this as something anywhere near a marathon, “Like a 5k is nothing special.”

@laura-moore​