I just signed up for my first marathon. I'm giddy, and scared, and eager to see what I'm made of - all feelings that I'm sure you are more familiar with. I've never been good at "pumping people up" before a race, so I won't even pretend to try. I just wanted to let you know that I'm getting excited for you, and I wish you happy trails.
Cheers, my friend!
Good Bad & The Monkey
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
Poor baby
I'm glad Lizzy started this thread! I've been thinking about your run too, and getting nervous and excited for you. You're a hardworking, awesome, yet modest Beast. Even though you're obsessed with matching my running outfits, I don't hold that against you.
Kick ass, KOB!
Out there running since dinosaurs roamed the earth
The Thunder
I spoke to KOB earlier today...(got cut off due to the damn elevator though) and he sounds good. He's ready to roll and he has a very capable mule to help him the last 50.
I will not wish you luck...fuck luck. Fuck it hard. Fuck luck right in it's ear. You don't need luck. I'll be thinking about you while you're on the journey. I know you'll dig down into the well and drink the murky water of anger, desire, despair, and joy. Use it....and you will get what you are looking for.
1 Hip and 2 Hamstring reconstructions later…
Why is it sideways?
Dear Lizzy,
Please check the thread title.
Dear Beast,
Run well.
That's right! BEATS! As in "throws a helluva beat-down".
Shit... I meant to do that. Duh, Stupid hippy.
Isn't it the thought that counts? ...at t least I didn't write "king of beets". And yes, I was drinking when I started the thread.
GO KING OF BEATS!!!
Dear Lizzy, Please check the thread title. Dear Beast, Run well.
Fucking spelling Natsi.
Meh, $5 is $5...
I think Wonder Mike or the Master G was the King of Beats, but not Hank. Definitely not Hank.
And the King of Beets was a guy named Doug who was into Killer Tofu.
Ramsay is the King of Beasts, a name he has rightfully earned. Run well and we'll tackle some trails when you return.
Oh Mighty Wing
Hoodoo Guru
I'm not sure I can top Jelly, but I'll try--
BRING THAT BELT BUCKLE BACK, BASTARD.
How was that?
The tangents are moot.
So I already emailed you, and I would have called if I were currently in cell phone range. My phone likes to say "SOS" when we're up in Northern Wisconsin...
I can't imagine tackling 100 miles. You're effing brave.
Anyway, kick some ass buddy.
I don't know what else to say, i'm drunk...ish.
Is Jellyfish's post supposed to be read using an asian accent?
That is hilarious, but I totally see your point.
A Saucy Wench
BWHAHAHAHA I think I just peed myself a little.
Go kick some ass King of Beats!!!
I have become Death, the destroyer of electronic gadgets
"When I got too tired to run anymore I just pretended I wasnt tired and kept running anyway" - dd, age 7