Fellas, just wanted to post this;
Last night, inspired by a few good luck posts, I broke out my good luck running socks, which happened to be my Buckeye running socks.
I ran my (fat) ass off, smashed my personal best time by almost 8 minutes, and *WON* the Clydesdale division of the half-marathon.
Thanks for the good luck, and btw I passed 2 guys wearing scUM gear between miles 8 and 11. FTW!!!!
Only one other Buckeye fan there from what I saw though.
THANKS!!!
Good work Chief. Congratulations!
Cheers buddy - that's awesome.
Taquitos.
Congrats! No better feeling than PRing!
“Any time you give a man something he doesn't earn, you cheapen him. Our kids earn what they get, and that includes respect.” - Woody
Thats awesome bro! Congrats
If Denard Robinson isn't careful with spooning all that food into his mouth, he's going to end up lookin' like Whoopi Goldberg
Nice job, Chief!
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Well done. I have won the Clydesdale division of a half marathon once as well. I will never forget the way I was presented my medal............and I quote,
"Oh yes, before I forget, the winner of the Clydesdale division is (name redacted to protect the innocent)." A bunch of anorexic people judge me as I walk up to accept my medal.
Congrats BC. Keep on running.
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Outstanding!
Thanks again fellas!
As far as the judging, I had alot of internal beef with my running club about it...they allowed a Clydesdale and Athena category for the 2010 Grand Prix, then decided at the end of the year, there would be no awards among other issues. Most of the members were cool with it, but a few had major issues, and instead of being men about it, they took to forums under assumed names to bitch.
Also, I introduced on of the head honchos to my wifes, her friends and one husband after a race...he was kinda shit faced and started hitting on the lady in front of her husband. My membership expires in April and I'm done. I'd definitely rather be 210 and mediocre then 160 and average. Either way, I'm not getting an endorsement deal.
"Don't put syrup on shit, and tell me it's pancakes"
No matter how sh*tty the tour is, it's always tough to leave.