Hargreaves is a decent footballer -- he spent a lot of time practicing.
I mean as long we're staying on topic.
Non ducor, duco.
Ladies and gentlemen.
A small soccer discussion occurs and we only get Becks and Hargreaves mentioned? We can do better.
Yes, I do "run in this." So should you. The weather is never as bad as it seems from behind your office or car window.
Oh speaking of HRMs, when I was in NY for work a week or two ago I was jogging 8:15 pace on a hotel treadmill watching the NY media fret over the storm of the century when I decided to grab those hand grip HRM thingies. It said my HR was 190.
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
That dude was running 10:00/mile tops. You have a doppleganger, dude.
When were you there?
I ran in that storm of the century, all 2-3 inches of snow it dumped.
HobbyJogger & HobbyRacer
It's a 5k. It hurt like hell...then I tried to pick it up. The end.
To try and get this back on soccer, Tranmere vs. Colchester this afternoon.
I know little of soccer - edumacate me. Or even better, point me to a video of a goal I heard was something by Frank Worthington (on a throw-in by Allardyce) in April of 1979 at Burnden Park against Ipswich.
The process is the goal.
Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.
You know if you read this board enough, you start to think running's about going to battle instead of about going out to play.
worry about injury, our footwear, our hydration and preparation. We
carry pepper spray, mace, knives, GUNS! Some of us move about only in
the sun, avoid the night, quiet places. The enemy could be anywhere.
They might be animals, men, snakes. It could be dehydration,
hyponatremia, shin splints. We ought to move in large groups, watch
each other's backs. Stay alert. Wear your i-pod in one ear only. Make
sure you've got your dog tags, I mean your RoadID, so that the body can
be identified when the inevitable happens. A credit card in case you
need to buy something. And always a cell phone.
Have we forgotten that
glorious loneliness--just me and my body in flight--that's the gift of
long-distance running? Have we forsaken that precious loneliness for a
boyscout motto? For paranoid visions of the enemy that must be in
wait, hiding just behind every corner?
Milktruck say relentless
Yes, its entirely paranoid to think of danger while running. That never happens.
Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.
" ..that corner has narrowed to a half-nekkid egyptian wandering about in the cold new jersey nighttime."~ R2E
Probably his finest moment, in fact his only moment. And why did he play for Bolton?
My mother is from Wallasey and so we supported Liverpool (with Chester and Tranmere as minor league interest). It was a good time to be a Liverpool supporter in the 70s and 80s, although we could have done without Heysel and Hillsboro.
I watched your video. I watched very carefully for the throw-in and so forth. I couldn't spot it. Probably because those people kept waving those banners obscuring my vision.
Hey, nice marmot!
Well, I suppose if you're a guy who can click off 6 minute miles as easily as falling down, you probably don't need to worry.
I doubt too many ne'er-do-wells would be in good enough shape to catch you and kill/rape/rob you, etc.
That post was a thang of beauty.
Too many scaredy cats out there who buy in to the culture of fear.
42,500 Miles Later
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