A momentous trail run at Nashua's Mine Falls - not for the scenery or the fabulous trails, but because it was the death knell of a foodstuff that's been part of our intense physical regimen for decades. I'm talking of course, about the end of Hostess and Drakes Cakes, and with them, a farewell to Twinkies, Yodels, Yankee Doodles, Funny Bones, and of course, Ring Dings.
So with that, we thought it appropriate to bring the last remaining box of Ring Dings on Earth along with us to this run.
A beautiful fall morning on a great set of trails - home to next week's half-marathon that most of us will be participating in.
Every now and then we pause for a group shot and ask a total stranger to take a picture for us, while one of our crowd marks his territory nearby.
The course isn't without its challenges, including a staircase that adds a new dimension to the workouts. No problem for us, though. We eat up these kinds of challenges. Just like our Ring Dings.
Up top, victory awaits
We'll cross every bridge to get back to our cars, because we know what's waiting there for us.
Andrew has his eyes on the prize.
Tommy and I need a map to get us back to our prize
Finally, the running under our belts, it's gametime.
For Carlos, it was somewhat of a religious experience.
Here's the hand-off.
Carlos wants to savor every last bite of his final Ring Ding.
And of course, Barry is ready to lend a mouth to polish them off.
RIP, Ring Dings, you will be missed. We hope in some small way, the E Streeters did you honor in your final days.
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