Friday, November 23, 2007

20 Miles on Turkey Day


Happy Thanksgiving....... Pup, Jay, Mark, Ryan, and I all went out bright on early on Turkey day for a serious ride. First off let me start off by saying that I was diffidently the Santa at the end of this Thanksgiving day parade (I have no shame in saying I was the slowest). As we rounded out the first 5 miles, my stomach decided that it needed to make some extra room for the big meal to come. After revisiting breakfast I was doing much better. The day was great and good times were had by all. I will say the Members of the Future 08' "Extreme Couture" Primal Quest team turned in a stellar performance. Big thanks to Pup for letting me borrow his Santa Cruz.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Dashing the Hope of 10 year olds at the Southern Highlands 5K

By the sound of title you may think this is a bit cruel, but don't judge me until you read the entire post. So there I was, a glorious Saturday morning in the south west side of Vegas. After meeting up with Ben, Laura, Anthony, Krista and Ryan we got our numbers and headed toward the starting line. There they were, our competition dressed in pumpkin orange soccer uniforms. A very intimidating force of 15 10-11 year old soccer players. Now most of you may not see this as a thing to fear. Let me explain my rational, it is very easy to be beaten down by your piers but not by a group of kids who have never seen an episode of ALF. Not to mention, I been doing old school Rockey Training (remember Rockey in Russia) by running with Sienna in the running stroller. So the gun went off and Ryan and I vowed to each other that no matter what the cost we would beat the kids. The first pack of kids were picked off in the first mile (much like wounded wilder beasts near a lions watering hole.) The last few proved a bit more evasive. At about Mile two we spotted the last two of them. Ryan and I decided we would push the pace and see if we could break their spirit. If our speed did not work we decided that we may be able to crush their will to run by letting the cat out of the bag about Santa. Lucky for them our speed carried us through and after a bit of trash talking we ran past them, thus overtaking the all 15 players. The feeling was sweet as we past the finish line. The field and the Glory was ours that day. Oh the sweet taste of victory!
 

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