Small Victory... (Read 888 times)


    After many failed attempts, yesterday during just a regular easy run, I did it... I actually blew a successful snot rocket! Nothing on myself, cleared my nose, good distance and form. Like I said, a small victory!
    !If you don't...you won't! ~Remember the light at the end of tunnel maybe you~ ~If you choose not to decided, you still have made a choice~

    Has been

      Well done! I've come back from a run or two with a wayward snot rocket on the shoulder of my jacket, so I know the skill required to pull off a successful one. Wink

      "I would never die for my beliefs, because I might be wrong."--Bertrand Russell

        There's something to be said for the simple things in life.

        "You can't have everything. Where would you put it?" - Steven Wright

          Yay! Let the nastiness fly! Just watch your aim. During a race yesterday, some guy didn't see or hear me and just about got me with his flying nasal mucus!!! Angry Yuck!!! Undecided I still haven't tried to do that. Something just keeps holding me back. Today during my run I made a pit stop just to get toilet paper from the porta-pot so I could blow my nose. One of these days.


          Princess Cancer Pants

            Eryn thinks she nailed me during our 15k 2 weekends ago. It was about .5 mile from the finish and by that time I really didn't care anymore. I got my revenge by kicking her ass! Wink

            '17 Goals:

            • Chemo

            • Chemo-Radiation

            • Surgery

            • Return to kicking my own ass by 2018


            She was not strong. She was valiant. Radiant. Brave and broken. The beauty she discovered in the aftermath was unparalleled to anything she had known before, because it had come at such a cost.

            ~ Unknown

            Consistently Slow

              Stopped for tissue. Must be a woman thing. Why wear gloves? Roll eyes

              Run until the trail runs out.

               SCHEDULE 2016--

               The pain that hurts the worse is the imagined pain. One of the most difficult arts of racing is learning to ignore the imagined pain and just live with the present pain (which is always bearable.) - Jeff

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                Stopped for tissue. Must be a woman thing. Why wear gloves? Roll eyes
                I wasn't wearing my gloves today! If I were, I wouldn't have needed to stop. Big grin MTA: I wash my gloves so often it's a wonder they are still holding up!