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.
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I bought a pair of shorts a month ago size Large, and they dont fit me anymore when I'm running. They were falling down the whole night.
I only finished 3 seconds short of my ten mile PR. 3 fucking goshdarned seconds!!!!
Nothing new. Break that cardinal rule at your own peril.
Hey Ed- nice collage clip. I only found this site after Tom told me about it last night...... CJ (aka Chris J)