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

Where's the BadDawg thread at? (Read 1743 times)

    Right on!

    Current Goals: Run

        Well-deserved. I like how the schedule's in military time. 

         


        Milktruck say relentless

          What flavor frosted poptart??

           

          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


          In it for the long run..

            Very cool!

            "It's not who wins the workout..." This Century PRs 5K 25:05 10K 52:34 1/2 M 1:53:58 Marathon 4:08:28

              Love it.

               

              I should switch back to poptarts and PBRs.

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


              break'n three

                What flavor frosted poptart??

                 

                Preference for raspberry or strawberry, but I've made do with brown sugar cinnamon on occasion.  Just checked the elevation profile for this Flying Monkey thing, guess I never really learn.

                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.

                    Volunteer work. BadDawg volunteered to watch records fall at Reggie.

                     

                    Runners run.

                      What form!

                        At first I was running results from the timing booth down to the media, then the very nice woman in charge of the media said "we need a photographers marshal".  Uh, yeah, sure.  Do I get a gun?  Found out it's not that kind of marshal.

                         

                        All I had to do was escort Reuters/AP/Boston Globe photographers to and from the infield, and make sure they stayed in designated areas.  One of the areas was right behind the pole vault, so I had the best view in the house.  I'm talking Olympic quality ogling.  Jenn Suhr is probably part bionic, she made one jump where I thought "no way, nice try" as she was going up.  The pole's got nothing to give her, then she uses her upper body and core strength to just throw herself over the bar.  Incredible.

                         

                        Even more incredible was Dibaba, her running was so smooth and strong it was ridiculous.  She was getting faster and stronger with each lap, she just kept coming up with additional gears that nobody else on that track had.  It didn't even look like the others were running the same race.  Awe inspiring.

                         

                        And Rupp is really really fast.  Just watching him do strides on the straight was great.

                        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.

                          My buddy Jason took this with his iPhone, it couldn't deal with the speed and this is the masters' mile.  Titus from RUN is the orange blur, the yellow are BAA guys, and the green is with Hurtin' For Certain.  Awesome.

                           

                          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.