Out of an act of graditude and some good advice from Kup, it was decided that DK should get some compensation for his role as head of transportation of the DGN team. So we (DK, G Unit, B Rock, and Luke) went out on a Sunday morning and did a loop, but this was no ordinary loop, but the more I think about it, there really isn't such a thing as an ordinary loop when this particular group assembles. But anyway, we started out and the first thing we noticed was a brutal headwind which had to have made the wind chill like 10 degrees, but instead of manning down, we just coined the phrase "the faggot" and went about our biznass. The rest of the loop consisted of running through a path that was absolutely soaked with mud and when we tried to avoid the mud we got mugged by burrs, hopping a cement baracade in a parking garage, and me finding a stick that was shaped exactly like a gun. So after the loop, we took Kindra to Omega for breakfast. There we were joined by Andrew for like 10 minutes and we ate. When we were done eating we told the waitress it was Kindra's Special Day, which she interpreted as being his birthday. Naturally, she assembled a squad of her fellow employees and sang a joyful little birthday jig in DK's honor, then gave him this awkwardly sized cake that was a little too big for one person, but too small multiple people. So we took the cake and drove over to the Oaf's house and threw it on his lawn.
Kindra's Swim:
So we were down in Charelston for the State Track Meet on the second night. By then the only people who were still scheduled to run were our two milers, so everybody else was just chillin and messing around. During this down time we decided to toss around the frizbeye outside the dorms. As is natural, a frisbee in flight draws the attention of runners, so we soon had a pretty sweet game of ultimate going down. Unfortunately for us, this game just happened to be taking place right next to pond. Needless to say, one of the random kids we were playing with threw the frisbee way into the pond. Being the good guy that he was, the kid who threw it was like "I'm not gettin it." even though it was our frisbee. Que the Kindra. So DK, for some reason that nobody understood becuse it wasn't his disc and he didn't throw it, decided it was a god idea for him to climb into the pond, which barely constituted as a pond because I think to be a pond there has to be water in it and the sludge in this pond barely constituted as water. Despite this, Kindra waded his way through the sludge-water and the seaweed until he finally got to the disc. By now a sizeable crowd had collected to witness the jag baggery first-hand. Eventually, Kindra made his way back to the shore, disc in hand, but the story continues...After returning to the dorms, Kindra, smelling like something I had never smelled before and hope to never smell again, hopped into the shower to rinse the sludge, seaweed, and other assorted crap off himself. Meanwhile, the witnesses recounted the story to other members of the team. One of the people who heard this story was our Coach, Kup. He informed us that that pond that Kindra had decided to hop in was used by the Eastern Illinois Biology Department to test cancer causing bacteria. We were stunned. Would DK meet his demise because of a boneheaded but innocent stunt? Luckily no. It turned out that while the pond was used for some kind of non-cancer-causing bacteria research, those spots were quarintined from the main part of the pond and the pond that was used for the cancerous bacteria was located right next to the pond that DK so idiotically jumped in. So DK lived to see another day.