Who’s
running New York?
The NYC
Marathon drawing was last week and, I have to ask, is ANYONE running New
York? As I survey the blogscape, I see
all NO’s from the lottery. How can that
be with roughly 45,000 possible entries?
Are bloggers the unluckiest group of all? Believe me, I’m happy to be running it this
year but I guess the other 45,000 runners will be complete strangers.
I almost
feel guilty about buying up those 5,000 registrations - to go unfilled - just to
keep the crowds away from me. It seemed
prudent at the time but it’s starting to feel…a bit selfish. Almost.
One Mile
Time Trial: Act Two
I’m a sad
marmoset. My recurring spring/summer
series “One Mile Time Trial” held another showing at the local high school
track last Friday. It was a rerun. Or almost a rerun. Whoever said that you’ll find the greatest
improvement between the first and second attempt, as you apply lessons learned, is completely full of shit. In Act One, I ran a 5:39. I fully expected at least a
5:35 for Act Two. What do you think I
ran? (Don’t look at the big red numbers below.)
5:38
Srsly? That sucks. If my math is correct, that’s a one second improvement. And
that could just be due to a quick finger on the stop button since I’m manually
starting/stopping the Garmin. Heck, that
could be a rounding issue. I thought I
was going to hear a triumphant trumpet processional announce a successful time
trial as I crossed the finish. Instead,
it was all sad trombones making a mockery of me, my Garmin, and my rosy cheeks
(due to the harsh wind in the 2nd straightaway and turns 3 and 4). Jealous
how I slipped that excuse into my own pity party?
I’ve been
kummerspecking all weekend about it. Next time, do better, Nitmos.
Filly Four
More
soccer! It is America’s sport! The filly was the only one in action this
Saturday. Her team eviscerated an
over matched squad 4-0. The filly knocked
in all 4 goals while splitting time between striker and midfielder. I had to buy her 4 donuts as payment as this
was our pre-game deal. She got 3
chocolates and a powdered donut post game.
Fortunately, she did not eat them all at once.
The other
team had a long, shameful ride 90 minutes home to Dearborn. I’m sure they did some kummerspecking of
their own. Maybe next time they'll do better as I hear the greatest improvement is better the first and second attempt.
Pictures? Why, of course (click to make like a prostate and enlarge):
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| Splitting the D |
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| Determined (and open) |
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| Look, I can dribble backwards! |
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| Goal in 3-2-1.... Ref, get that whistle ready. |
Happy
Trails.
9 comments:
At first I thought those kids from Dearborn were aliens, but then I realized they were likely mutants involved in some horrible chemical spill. I bet they can't even eat grief bacon. Cheers!
The only people I know who got into NY are people like you who qualified. None of my friends who applied for the lottery, including myself, got in. Clearly the race officials who work the lottery do NOT know what they are doing!
And go Filly!! Way to own those green-faced Dearbornites.
Man, I knew pepople from Michigan weren't normal but I didn't realize how many of them didn't even have faces. Freaksville.
Quit yer bitchin'. It takes me 5:38 just to get a satellite on my stupid Garmin.
Your filly rocks...but just imagine the athletic feats she could accomplish if she didn't have all that blood in her uterus.
Your daughter's opponents really take their colour coordination to extremes don't they?
Aren't you old enough to age grade the mile at this point? That time b't could make that second look more substantial?
Ok, I'll bite. What the hell is kummerspecking???
Out of the approximately 5 million people I know who entered, ONE got in. Just one. She's thrilled, but her husband didn't make the cut so she may not run it.
I say do and and let hubby fend for himself. Give him a stack of ones and send him to a strip club and he'll never miss the marathon.
She knocked in all four? Damn. She deserves those doughnuts.
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