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M.O.M.'s Race - Sunday May 9th, Somerville (Read 743 times)

    OK, it's too damned late and I'm too damned lazy to type up a new post for this.  Here's last year's post, reposted.  This was a really nice way to spend the morning of Mother's Day, I'm registered again for this year, hope to see you there.

     

     

     

     

    I met the RD at the An Ras Mor, he handed me an application. Tough to say no to a nice guy that puts on a race for a good cause. I'm in, anybody else running it? Mary O'Brien Memorial 5K Run and Walk Who: Not just for Moms, but for everyone! Walkers welcome. When: Mother's Day, Sunday, May 9th 2010 10th, 2009 at 10:00 A.M. (walkers 9:45 A.M. start) Registration: 8:00 A.M. - 9:45 A.M. at the Dilboy V.F.W. Post. Course start and finish @ George Dilboy VFW Post 371 Summer street, Davis Square Somerville. Course runs up Summer st, left on Willow Ave then right onto Highland Ave. Follow Highland ave to the the High School then right onto Vinal Ave down to Summer st. then right onto Summer St. all the way back to Dilboy Post. There will be one water stop at the half way point! Entry fee: $20.00 pre-registered (received by May 1st); post-registration day of race $25.00. Tank tops: Provided to first 200 registered. Parking: Available behind Dilboy Post, also free meter and on street parking. Prizes and raffle: Trophies and massage gift certificates awarded to male and female 1st, 2nd and 3rd overall. Door prizes and raffle, including sightseeing flight (for three) over Boston. Medals: Male and female 1st and 2nd place finishers for the following age groups: 19 & under, 20-29, 30-39,40-49,50-59, 60-69, 70+ Refreshments: Food and beverages will be provided after the race along with some other goodies and a cash bar.

    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.

      Trust me on this one, next year get mom a pair of running shoes and pay for her entry. She'll thank you for it. M.O.M. could serve as Race Director 101, a blueprint for putting on a successful road race. Volunteers all over the place, excellent traffic control in a very busy area (courtesy of volunteers and Somerville's Auxiliary Police), signage for turns that can be seen from outer space. The only thing better than the race is the post-race festivities. The only thing better than the food is the beer. You could taste the Harpoon Brewery rainbow. I can't remember the varieties, but I'm pretty sure I tested them all and I'm very sure that they all get a thumbs up. Your entry gets you a chance for a door prize, and if you buy a couple of raffle tickets you've got a shot at a ton of really good prizes. Wines, massages, restaurant certificates, software and lots of other stuff I can't remember at the moment. And I can't remember the other stuff because Ralphie ran a smart race. Not because he took first in the 50-59 age group, but because he left enough in his legs to deliver more rehydration fluids than this furry guy could ever hope to. When it comes to retrieving beers, Ralph is an elite. As an added bonus, I got to meet and chat with his lovely wife Ellen. Mark your calendar for next year, M.O.M. gets two enthusiastic thumbs up.

      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.

      Mile Collector


      Abs of Flabs

        Hey Dawg! Where were you last week? You missed out on some good running and cheering for the barefoot guy!
          Hey Dawg! Where were you last week? You missed out on some good running and cheering for the barefoot guy!
          If I had realized Timmy the Barefoot Whacko was finishing up his endurance torture, I would have shown up for sure. Cry Now that Good Times is underway, I have to limit my excessive consumption of pizza and beer to one night a week. Thankfully the pizza (and BBQ) I ate yesterday and the beer I drank was in the morning, and early afternoon. Clowning around

          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.


          Head in the Clouds

            Because I'm a knucklehead, I registered today. I just suck at these short runs. And my brother-in-law is licking his chops. He's been wanting payback for me beating him at a 5K on Thanksgiving day 2008. I took advantage of his tremendous hangover that day. Now he's back in shape and just ran Boston in 3:30. I knew this day would come. I only hope to not embarrass myself too badly.

            Set the gear shift for the high gear of your soul,
            You've got to run like an antelope out of control

              I only hope to not embarrass myself too badly.

               

              Plan A.  Get to the finish line before your BIL and drink beer to celebrate your success.

               

               

               

               

              We all know things don't always go according to plan, so you have to be prepared for any contingency.

               

              Plan B.  Get to the finish line after your BIL and drink beer to drown your sorrows.

               

               

               

              Now you have a foolproof blueprint George, there's nothing left to worry about.

              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.


              Head in the Clouds

                 

                drink beer to celebrate your success.

                 

                  drink beer to drown your sorrows.

                 

                 

                So you're saying the end (beer) justifies the means. Got it. See you Sunday (save some beer for me).

                Set the gear shift for the high gear of your soul,
                You've got to run like an antelope out of control

                  (save some beer for me).

                   



                  I'll do my best, but can't make any promises.  

                  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.

                    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.