2000 miles of of of whiney dirtbabies who should run more FU

December 5 - December 11 Racing Thread (Read 1125 times)


Blaine Moore (MM#2867)

     

    Name: Run to Win

    Race: 'Til We Meet in Hell 2

    Distance: 90 Minutes

    Location: Lewiston, ME

    Goal: Run the Furthest, (and if I'm given a handicap, win)

     

    Fail. I wasn't given a handicap, and my lack of running since the 50 miler (plus the lack of proper training since screwing up my ankle in September) didn't help me so while I ran relatively consistently (loop 2 was only 10 minutes, rest were 10:40-11:10) the constant up and down nature of the course wasn't treating my achilles too well. There was no chance I was going to win so I bagged it after 5 loops and a bit and walked the rest of that loop, then hung out at the bottom and waited for time to run out.  (And HF - 90 minutes is the distance unit since you see how far you can go in 90 minutes, not how fast you can go over a set distance!)

     

    It was a lot of fun, even if I'm not in fast shape (for me) - and the handicaps didn't matter this year since the top 3 would have been top 3 w/ or w/o the handicaps (although I might have snuck into 3rd for non-handicap had I kept going...but I might not have.)

    Run to Win
    23 Marathons, 10 Ultras, 16 States (Full List)



      RTW, I got that it's a run for the time, was just messing with you a bit, would've put a smiley if it was allowed here.

       

       Anyway, what distance did you run, if that matters?

        I ran 44.05 for 12.1k although the time is unimportant for cross country. Came 17th. Winner was 39.09. He's a sub 29.30 10k runner and sub 4 miler and he's a few months younger than me. He also waxes his legs and has a tan all year 'round. Not that I'm bitter at at all.

         

        Probably only about a minute down on what would have been a very good race for me but cross country really isn't my bag. My suffering wasn't a lonely time at least, there was quite a few guys of similar fitness who died horrible deaths on the third lap. There was no part of the course that wasn't hilly or muddy or twisty so there was not a chance of getting into a good rhythm.

           He also waxes his legs and has a tan all year 'round.

           

          New racing strategy?

          It should be mathematical, but it's not.


          Milktruck say relentless

             He also waxes his legs and has a tan all year 'round. Not that I'm bitter at at all.

             

             

             ...and...he probably doesn't spend an hour squeezing pus out of his leg the night before he races!  

             

            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

              I sort of want to know the pus story. Why is there pus coming out of your leg?

              How do you keep your feet on the ground, when you know you were born to fly?


              break'n three

                I'm keen to hear the pus story too. 

                 

                Good racing considering the pus, lack of rhythm and your (log-stalk) mindset.   Permatan and leg waxing sound more triathlon than XC.

                 "Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.  Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.  Just walk beside me and be my friend."

                MrH


                  Permatan and leg waxing sound more triathlon than XC.

                   

                  Maybe the runner was from Essex.

                  The process is the goal.

                  Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.

                    The way I see it

                     

                    Honorable mentions go out to

                     

                    TRC- 19 second PR.

                    TanyaS- met goal with 50 seconds to spare.

                    Greaso- met goal by 15 seconds

                    Jeff - missed goal by 2 seconds. fast race.

                     

                    Have to go with  AP. An AG win on Saturday followed by a 2+ minute PR on Sunday's 15k.   Eight ball   Nicely done.

                     

                     

                     

                     

                     

                    Great racing everyone. Don't be so down Heather. All we can do is learn from these things.

                     

                     

                      Congrats on your eight ball AP! 

                       

                       

                      To BadDawg:  I saw your post on RA the night before the race, and spotted you during the Masters race and snapped a few pics along with the photos of my club (Seattle Running Club).  I tried to track you down after the awards ceremony to introduce myself, but you disappeared.  Hope you enjoyed Seattle (and didn't get ticketed for jaywalking...Bostonians are a favorite revenue source for Seattle's finest).

                       

                      How did you pick me out of that mob scene?  Oh wait, nevermind.

                       

                      Sorry your race didn't go as well as you hoped.  Mine was close but no cigar.  The guy in the red Greater Boston singlet with blue base layer is a coworker of Mikey's and my mark for the race.  I stayed right with him until your final shot when he started to open the gap in the finish chute.  I was able to close a bit but in the end I just didn't have enough guts to reel him in.  After all the old people awards, the GLRR crew cut out to get some food, then came back and danced and drank the night away.  

                       

                      It didn't take long to notice that the folks in Seattle actually wait for pedestrian walk lights, so we all fought our basic instincts to ignore them completely.  That and the very clean public transportation stations meant some pretty serious culture shock for us Massholes.

                       

                      Thanks very much for the pics, see you next year in Kentucky?

                      E.J.
                      Greater Lowell Road Runners
                      Cry 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.


                      Not in Chicago

                        I'm keen to hear the pus story too.  

                         

                         

                        Sheesh, ladies, it's right in his log. 

                         

                        Congrats, AP, well deserved. 

                        You suck. You should just quit. Jackass. Welcome back.

                          less exciting than imagined.

                          How do you keep your feet on the ground, when you know you were born to fly?


                          break'n three

                            But why is his leg oozing pus, I couldn't see that bit in his log?  Or indeed puss?  I was going to ask why his leg was pussy, but that's likely because of the pus.

                             "Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.  Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.  Just walk beside me and be my friend."


                            Milktruck say relentless

                              Congratulations, Amores Perros!

                               

                              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


                              Not in Chicago

                                less exciting than imagined.

                                 

                                Story of my life.

                                 

                                And Hop, this may explain it.

                                 

                                 

                                This picture is made complete by the long hair shaft and the horny cell layer, as you can plainly see.

                                You suck. You should just quit. Jackass. Welcome back.