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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/0mm3v1j6sZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/2045570318280871219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=2045570318280871219" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/2045570318280871219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/2045570318280871219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/0mm3v1j6sZA/on-rainy-day.html" title="on a rainy day" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-rainy-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMRXk9fCp7ImA9WxVWE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-1405846306291023693</id><published>2009-02-22T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:46:24.764-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-22T21:46:24.764-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">The good news is that the muscle issue in my right leg is on the mend, I managed to walk a couple of miles today and could probably have kept on going, so that is really encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does a guy do when all he can do is sit on his butt? Let's see. A couple of weeks ago we went out and shot the footage for the upcoming "half marathon course video" for the Earth Day Run. Camera work and editing provided by John Olson, the one man powerhouse behind SCRUNNERS.COM. The co-executive earthling, Ms. Hill Speedster, managed to make contact with a band from Clemson so the video will have a soundtrack. Check them out at picturemefree.com The moment we have the paperwork signed (yeah there's legal stuff everywhere) the video will be uploaded and available for your enjoyment. Is real easy being a race director with that kind of talent around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I committed yet another act of visual violence, the web page for the &lt;a href="https://gvltrackclub.clubexpress.com/content.aspx?page_id=22&amp;amp;club_id=515359&amp;amp;module_id=53949"&gt;Sun Rise Run&lt;/a&gt;. This year is the 30th Running . This is one summer race you'll want put it on your calendar folks it's a John Lehman production and if you've run any in the upstate you already know that John's events are some of the best shows around. You can even sleep in, the race don't start until 6:30AM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031826267606687544-1405846306291023693?l=wordsoflj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/JEqNLmswJsc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/1924551672471828931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=1924551672471828931" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/1924551672471828931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/1924551672471828931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/JEqNLmswJsc/microphnic-disconnet.html" title="microphonic disconnect" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2009/02/microphnic-disconnet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8AQ386cSp7ImA9WxVQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-5443902734712059549</id><published>2009-01-30T23:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:14:02.119-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-31T00:14:02.119-05:00</app:edited><title>Got Earth ?</title><content type="html">Sometime in early December I accepted the gig as Race Director for the Greer Earth Day Run and my life took a turn for "busy". Partly the event was 5 short months away and everything pretty much had to be bootstrapped. In situations like this it is important to hire somebody smarter than yourself, so I hurried up and talked Ms. Hill Speedster into being my co-executive earthling.&lt;br /&gt;All this is really very fitting, can't run because of my bum leg but at least I can help out and get a race going. Admittedly it doesn't appear be doing much to maintain cardio but it's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are 6 weeks later and in a week we are going to open registration, This opening date just goes to show how crazy this ride has been, first we set "open registration" to 2/15 and then yours truly felt that was sandbagging so I put 2/1 on the early flier. Well, as usual, the middle ground has it, 2/6 it is. So, whats so hard about having people sign up and pay? Funny you should ask ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event is "The Greer Earth Day Run" and that kind of obliges management to make sure the event is "gentle on the planet". So what defines "gentle on the planet" and how can we make the event more earth friendly, or greener as people are likely to say. So going back to a conversation we had a couple of years ago while out running where we were addressing the subject of the enormous waste of resources taking place in your average road race event, we decided to address the two major causes of waste, generically known as "transportation and packing material". In road races you can drastically reduce those by eliminating the race packet and hence, packet pick-up. Great idea, but how do we do it, and there's your answer as to why we needed a little time to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this means we will take on-line registrations and mail the race number (BIB) via the USPS, has worked for years for Peachtree, we just had to figure out a method to make it work for us.&lt;br /&gt;Actually at first I really wanted to just sell the bibs in grocery stores like Bi-Lo and Publix but I have to admit that I don't have a process to handle that. We like the idea though, so we are test marketing the idea and selling bibs in ONE store, Fleet Feet on Augusta Road. One store is all we can handle right now. So, if you don't want to shop on-line you can still get a race entry, just go to Fleet Feet and you can sign up and they will hand you the bib right in the store. Look mom, no packet pick-up, and we'll hand you the T-shirt at the finish line. By some simple estimations this approach should save about 20 000 miles on your cars and several hundred pounds of paper and plastic. We ARE planning on creating an electronic racepacket or at least we hope we'll get time to assemble it. So, even if you don't sign up on-line, be sure to give us your e-mail address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the continuing saga of Flemming and Ms Hill Speedster on the road to Greer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I almost forgot, the webpage up, &lt;a href="http://gvltrackclub.clubexpress.com/content.aspx?page_id=22&amp;amp;club_id=515359&amp;amp;module_id=52442"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031826267606687544-5443902734712059549?l=wordsoflj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/7YtidPjadXM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/5443902734712059549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=5443902734712059549" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/5443902734712059549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/5443902734712059549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/7YtidPjadXM/got-earth.html" title="Got Earth ?" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-earth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYCQ3o-fyp7ImA9WxVTGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-4403040253657831113</id><published>2009-01-02T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:26:02.457-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-02T12:26:02.457-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy new year... with a tale</title><content type="html">I have a bad case of tendonitis so that kind of puts a damper on the running which, in turn, puts a damper on the blogging.  Then Megan wondered if anybody had a winter running story. Well, I don't but that never stopped me in the past.  You get 2 points for figuring out the obscure movie reference towards the end.  Happy 2009 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventures of Lena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night; Special agent Lena Olaugson of the St. Paul office of the Federal Bureau of investigation was having yet another panic rummage through her laundry hamper for some running tights. She really needed to unwind after another all-nighter hunting some daylight deprived scumbag and she hadn't had time to do laundry the past couple of weeks. Winter in Minnesota just brings out the scumbags by the busload she thought. Thank goodness for running. Lena was an accomplished marathoner with 85 marathons on her 36 year old 114 pound frame. Come to think of it, her size usually made the scumbags underestimate her strength. Million dollar smile and petite frame is not what most people associate with an accomplished Krav Maga instructor and top Female at the camp Perry presidential shoot, the Olympics of the shooting sport. Ok, tights, check! Now where is that ipod, Sven had better not have borrowed it and left it at the gym...again. How can a cop be that spaced out she wondered while she rummaged through the kitchen drawer. Ok! there it is, Lena let out a satisfied sigh at the realization that not only was it in the drawer where it was supposed to be, it had enough of a charge to last for a couple of hours. Lena left the house through the garage, not too cold she thought, only 2 below and perfect traction for the yak trax she’d attached to her adidas supernova’s. Lena kind of jogged in place while she waited for the Garmie to pick up the satellites. Lena double checked that her compact Glock was tucked well in her tights, she just couldn’t imagine running “naked”. That is no fire arm. Kind of an occupational affliction she thought as she took off down the street. Easy at first, she felt the satisfying grip of the yak trax under her shoes and after a few minutes she switched it up to her 7 regular minute cruising pace. No need in busting anything tonight she decided. 20 minutes in she caught a movement out of her right eye, something was wrong. She turned her had. Well waddaya know, somebody was holding somebody a gun point. As a sworn officer of the law she decided to take action, she stopped running and hid in the shadows while she pulled out her cell phone and called for some backup. She observed for another minute and then decided that a couple of scumbags holding another scumbag at gunpoint was kind of an unfair fight, after all there was only three of them and one her. She pulled the baby Glock out and charged. FREEZE she yelled and then she realized that the guy holding the gun was a detective with the St. Paul PD. The detective realized he’d been caught red handed doing dirty work for the local Mafioso and swung the gun around and fired two shots at Lena. Lena reacted instinctively and fired while running, but really, even the hottest momma at camp Perry can’t get much precision out of a baby glock while running. She closed in and then the guy just took off, shoot he must have been a track star in college. Adrenalin kicked in, Lena hit 5 minute pace and gained on the prey. Only 2 more yards and she’d be able to knock him over when he turned around and dropped another round in her direction. Lena dodged the bullet, stopped and paused long enough to squeeze off a deliberate round. Bam, right between the eyes; Lena watched as the shot “cut his motors” and he dropped dead right in front of her. She waited for cavalry to arrive. No more running for her tonight, she’d have to go back and do the paper work. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/xaLBQZRArKs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/6413205882150280808/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=6413205882150280808" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/6413205882150280808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/6413205882150280808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/xaLBQZRArKs/oh-why-and-wherefore-part-ii.html" title="Oh why and wherefore, part II" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-why-and-wherefore-part-ii.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQnY8fip7ImA9WxRVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-1219110984989581672</id><published>2008-11-16T08:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:16:43.876-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-16T09:16:43.876-05:00</app:edited><title>Apparently Preparation makes a difference</title><content type="html">My daugther asked me for some old pictures and I started poking around in "the archives". Came across this picture from the 2007 PMTR 11K or big loop or whatever we called it last year, I think "11K" was this year, same trail, new year. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PMTR 11K 2007 finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/SSAoDpnUmOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hpZhQbn9LRE/s1600-h/dscn0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269255607198980322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/SSAoDpnUmOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hpZhQbn9LRE/s320/dscn0590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/SSAolTka9wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/40gh1u_aFWM/s1600-h/DSCN0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269256185396786946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/SSAolTka9wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/40gh1u_aFWM/s320/DSCN0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PMTR 11K 2008 finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/SSAqkJlJb8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Q1Mryqa5Muc/s1600-h/dscn0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269258364558864322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/SSAqkJlJb8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Q1Mryqa5Muc/s320/dscn0593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, my favorite picture from the 2007 event&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031826267606687544-1219110984989581672?l=wordsoflj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/cJxsFaFALS8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/1219110984989581672/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=1219110984989581672" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/1219110984989581672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/1219110984989581672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/cJxsFaFALS8/apparently-preparation-make-difference.html" title="Apparently Preparation makes a difference" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/SSAoDpnUmOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hpZhQbn9LRE/s72-c/dscn0590.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2008/11/apparently-preparation-make-difference.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDR3o9eSp7ImA9WxRVF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-6020407111552708587</id><published>2008-11-15T18:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:26:16.461-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-15T19:26:16.461-05:00</app:edited><title>Oh why and werefore .. part I</title><content type="html">Back in May I posted a &lt;a href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2008/05/introspective-ramblings.html"&gt;brief piece&lt;/a&gt; on "why do I go do road races". Well the subject came up in an e-mail chain this past week and I'm now determined to give this subject another whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, I can step right out on the curb outside my house and run as much as I please without having to pay somebody a race fee or sign a waiver. The fact that I DO go partake in running events suggest to me that even though I've failed to identify the valued items by name, the value I perceived meet or exceed the cost of participation (race fee plus T &amp;amp; E); in short I think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before diving into this I think would be an idea to attempt to define what a running event is. On the surface, people line up behind the start line and when the gun goes, then run and try to win. Nah.. don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;A modern day running event with open registration is hardly a single event, even if the brochure says it is. There are at least two (actually I think there are many more but for the purpose of this illustration, two will do) distinct events taking place: The seeded, very competitive, group up front and then there's "the rest of us". Personally I'm squarely in the last group. It is not like I'm in danger of winning any great price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is going to be a "thinking aloud" exercise, here are some of things I know I enjoy about running events (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I like running in the crowd and just being completely anonymous&lt;br /&gt;- I like the urgency of a run, even training runs have a clock&lt;br /&gt;- Finding obscure races in little towns is a great opportunity to see the state&lt;br /&gt;- standing around in middle of the crowd in January and not being cold&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing miss hill speedster blow by me .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031826267606687544-6020407111552708587?l=wordsoflj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/yNbgRBg7v6k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/6020407111552708587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=6020407111552708587" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/6020407111552708587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/6020407111552708587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/yNbgRBg7v6k/back-in-may-i-posted-brief-piece-on-why.html" title="Oh why and werefore .. part I" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-may-i-posted-brief-piece-on-why.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QBRn0zeCp7ImA9WxRVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-3291634968274204556</id><published>2008-11-13T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:15:57.380-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T10:15:57.380-05:00</app:edited><title>PMTR for GTC members</title><content type="html">If you are a member of the GTC, log in to the website and go to the photo pages.  I collected pictures from several peoples cameras and created a small slide show of the event.  If you have pictures from the PMTR 11k you'd like to have included, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031826267606687544-3291634968274204556?l=wordsoflj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/0IJ3WGr6FUw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/2104927160751336927/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=2104927160751336927" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/2104927160751336927?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/2104927160751336927?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/0IJ3WGr6FUw/bituminous-banter.html" title="Bituminous Banter" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2008/11/bituminous-banter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENSHo8eip7ImA9WxRWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-73008730106554736</id><published>2008-10-31T09:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:28:19.472-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-31T09:28:19.472-04:00</app:edited><title>scientifically...</title><content type="html">For those of you that don't follow the science of sport blog, here are the links to their latest opus on heatstroke. Very interesting from a runner's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sportsscientists.com/2008/10/heatstroke-some-interesting.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sportsscientists.com/2008/10/heat-stroke-dissected.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sportsscientists.com/2008/10/heatstroke-continued.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031826267606687544-73008730106554736?l=wordsoflj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~4/uLUPERg75tA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/feeds/1869794915057946229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4031826267606687544&amp;postID=1869794915057946229" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/1869794915057946229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4031826267606687544/posts/default/1869794915057946229?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WordsOfFolly/~3/uLUPERg75tA/cosmic-ban-renewal.html" title="Cosmic ban renewal" /><author><name>FLJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12195055089007535638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GKoAteTRyE/STnaWRrrwkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZoZSR2jxXw/S220/fj42802.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2008/10/cosmic-ban-renewal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEAQ3w-eip7ImA9WxRQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031826267606687544.post-7275143868198183442</id><published>2008-10-05T11:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:10:42.252-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-05T13:10:42.252-04:00</app:edited><title>Lucky 13 - part two</title><content type="html">Back in September I dealt with the &lt;a href="http://wordsoflj.blogspot.com/2008/09/lucky-13.html"&gt;existentialist crisis &lt;/a&gt; inherent in the "more road races than usual" conundrum. A tip of the hat to Heidegger and Camus, here comes the second installment.&lt;br /&gt;So I did road race #13, The Lauren's hope 5K out in Fountain Inn. I've done that event every year they've had it and it is has been interesting to see how it has developed. Obviously the event is a fundraiser and as far as I can tell they are having some success with that but for the purpose of this blog I'm going to focus on the actual running event. The first year was rather chaotic, I put out and and did so well I felt pretty confident there was at least going to be an age group award for me. So I stuck around for the awards and was somewhat disappointed that I didn't win anything after all, oh well such is life. Then a while later they published results and lo and behold yours truly was an age group winner. What up. So I just had to ask the race director, i.e. Lauren's dad, what the story was. Well the story was that they had totally messed up on race day and were in the process of making amends, which involved moving the trophies around. Ouch, that has got to hurt :) .. Anyway it makes for a good story. Year two they had chip timing. &lt;br /&gt;Remembering that humble start, you can tell they've come along way. They are really well organized. Actually I'd say they have more volunteers than they know what to do with, Exhibit A: 5 water stops in a 5K is about 5 more than what is required. I guess I could bow to the pressure of "you have to have a water stop" but 5? holy smokes:) &lt;br /&gt;As for the course, I think that is part of what makes me come back to that event, there is something about that course that is just right, not quite flat yet not hilly and not too many switch-backs. &lt;br /&gt;Given my recent experiences, I had a plan for this event to just take it easy, no busting anything just try keep an even pace and claim victory if I could get through it without any muscle issues. This is an approach commonly referred to as "sandbaggin'" and sand bag I did. Mile one 10:01; yay for mister sandbagger. I have the other splits on my watch and quite frankly, I haven't looked, 'coz I just don't need to know. That's mental sandbagging. I came, I saw, I sandbagged. However, it worked, no muscle issues anything and I could just have kept going. A phenomenon also known as "jogging". Yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may have to figure out if there's a #14 in the pipeline this year, 14 is a weird number so now I may have to make it 15...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4031826267606687544-7275143868198183442?l=wordsoflj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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