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rectumdamnnearkilledem
And PLEASE don't evah start your subject line like that again!!!! I seriously thought something happened when I read it, and you were giving up running for good...Ok, so color me gullible! Well done my West Side Sista!
Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to
remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
~ Sarah Kay
Good job Kirsten It was my first full today. I looked for you, but, you know, I don't know what you look like, so....
Ahem...and notice the shirt...
At the end of the day, be happy with where you are and what you've accomplished.
And here are my final stats (I am SO average ):
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away...(unkown) • Go With The Flow • Thyroid Support Group
I love the shirt. Are they available to us common folk?
Another Passion
Edited to add stats (I am SO average ): k
Rick "The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare." - Juma Ikangaa "I wanna go fast." Ricky Bobbyrunningforcassy.blogspot.com
Marathonmanleto
Kirsten--great job! Was up in Newaygo where the temp at 6:00am was 25 degress. Thought of you guys. Glad the wind was calm--that helps. Did you say hello to John?? Joe
Yeah, but think of what you were prior to September of 2003. You are ANYTHING but average K! Great year my running friend and, you were an early inspiration to me when I first starting logging into this site and still are!
I've got a fever...
Thanks...I'm always up for a beer...it's in my Wisconsin blood!
On your deathbed, you won't wish that you'd spent more time at the office. But you will wish that you'd spent more time running. Because if you had, you wouldn't be on your deathbed.
E.J.Greater Lowell Road RunnersCry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.