This post will only make sense to a handful of people, and that's just fine. I've dug a hole for myself lately. Another knee surgery in the books (the seventh for those of you counting) has meant DNS's for all of my Summer and early Fall races. But I did manage to finish the Rust Hill Micro Run this weekend. I actually placed in the top 10 for my distance. How you might ask? Chickens. That's how. Specifically hens that I excavated while I dug my hole. I had planned to sell these strange hens, but thought, who would buy dirt covered chickens? Turns out, a dug hen sells quite fast.