As the Franklin Half Marathon passed through a rural section of Tennessee earlier this month, a gang of Leiper’s Fork natives decided to bring some local flare to the event.
Appropriately dressed in regional garb with dueling bajos wailing and an unidentified pig squealing, the group offered up words of encouragement and good natured inquiries into the task at hand.
One local, who goes by the name ‘Uncle Chester Pelham’ wanted to know where these speedsters were off to and appeared to be concerned about their safety.
“What’re y’all running’ from,” Pelham asked. “Is somebody after you?”
Another offered up a few compliments to the well-toned runners.
“Take a look at that one’s legs,” he said. “He sure does have a pretty mouth.”
