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<p><span style="font-size:small;">Thankful4 - Waukarusa Indiana Cookie Report</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;"><b>Short</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Time: 48:33</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Position: Almost DFL</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I run for cookies</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:small;"><b>Long:</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">This race is a memorial race for a young high school girl killed 5-6 years ago. Neat thing this year is the girl who got her liver/kidney (can't remember) was there. How neat! Anyway, it's a SMALL town and I think 90% of the town arrives each year.... plus me. I'm the strange guy nobody can place... because it literally seems like everyone knows everyone. They're very welcoming and it's a cute little event and, most importantly, the closest (39 miles!) to my inlaws where we go for thanksgiving every year. The weather is usually horrible and this year was probably the least horrible - 39, rainy/foggy and little wind. Prior years we've had ice fog... blowing snow... wicked cold... so this was nice actually!</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:small;">This was a fun run for me, since due to surgery 4 weeks ago today I was simply not in any kind of running shape. Let's see... 10 days after surgery I did 2.2 miles and 11 days got the flu and 14 days strep and... well, I ran 2.3 last week so I supposed that counts? <5 miles in 4 weeks... 1.25miles/wk average. Oh baby i'm READY TO ROLL!!</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:small;">Another fun addition is I was trying out some orthotic variations. First time so that'll be fun. Stuffed my tried and true in my amphipod bag in case.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:small;">Really nothing to report... normal breakfast, coffee, hit the 45min drive, get my "swag" (a shirt, a waterbottle, a postcard from the local church - all in a walmart bag!). Warm up a bit. Go to start. Ready to roll... go!</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size:small;">I started in back because I didn't want to be the one who was in the way. Ok, who am I kidding, there wasn't a start gun just a guy who yelled GO or something which we couldn't hear and we just followed the fasties like sheep
So I started off at a decent clip and tried (noticing specific wording) not to be dropped by the pregnant lady. Thank God she was doing the 2mile course because I finally passed her!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I was pretty much DFL. whatever, I didn't care. just trotted along and slowly picked off people who went out too fast and now were gasping on the side of the road. One real big guy who was fading quick, i tried to give some words of encouragement but he kind of looked at me like a 3 eyed martian so I didn't continue that and I just went ahead and dropped him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">about 10 min in I realized that both legs were cramped and miserable and made the decision to stop and pull out the orthotic and replace it with the tried and true. Clearly, FAIL on that experiment. I did that and all those folks who I passed managed to reclaim their glory. I hopped back into the fray and with a wicked kick and ate them back up with my blisting sub 12 minute pace over the course of the next mile. I was feeling pretty decent, not running at a maximal pace by any means but not taking it easy.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">One funny point was when we went out to the memorial tree (a tree with Kelsey's name on marked) it was an out and back. These 2 middle age ladies cut the course a bit. With a guilty look one yells out "Hey, we're not gonna win!" LOL. However, soon after I hear them say "oh no, there's the girls I wonder if they saw us" - well, sure enough about 100yds ahead I pass these 6 cheerleader type girls who are "cheering" "CHEATER.... CHEATER.... CHEATER..." guess mom was indeed busted!! Awesome.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Around the 2.5 mark I pass a dad with 2 little ones in hand. He's yelling ahead to mom saying "We're going straight up here and getting doughnuts!" She was none-too-pleased and retorted "Get you butt back on the course"! hahahaha</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I used my lightnight running skillz to eat up probbaly 50 more people by the end, as they were dying off left and right and I was just trucking along at a constant pace. It was getting much harder to hold the pace, maybe because I was entirely untrained for this distance ATM but hey, whatever, I just drew down in the bank-o-fitness and kept it going. The body was holding up just fine.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">At the finish line was the track coach reading out times... no seriously, it really was! I knew what was next.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I walked to the gym and yes indeed, COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES! The cookie station was manned by 3 Grandmas (who more than once yelled at young 'uns who already had enough!) and I nabbed some peanunt butter cookies and reveled in them. OMG they were so good. I did indeed remember my "Thank you ma'am"s Rather than fear the wrath of grandma, I ASKED politely if I could take a couple for my kids. Had to repeat the question as grandma needs a new battery in that hearing aid, but I was rewarded with an extra helpin'. Also was told I better try the buttermilk cookie.. so under complete duress and against my will I did. OMG it was AMAZZZZZING.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">So off I went back home where my lovely bride asked if I'd escort her around the block (2.5-3 miles) on a fast walk for which I of course obliged bringing my total miles to 7-7.5 for the day.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">NOW BRING ON THE TURKEY!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;"><b>Short</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Time: 48:33</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Position: Almost DFL</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I run for cookies</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;"><b>Long:</b></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">This race is a memorial race for a young high school girl killed 5-6 years ago. Neat thing this year is the girl who got her liver/kidney (can't remember) was there. How neat! Anyway, it's a SMALL town and I think 90% of the town arrives each year.... plus me. I'm the strange guy nobody can place... because it literally seems like everyone knows everyone. They're very welcoming and it's a cute little event and, most importantly, the closest (39 miles!) to my inlaws where we go for thanksgiving every year. The weather is usually horrible and this year was probably the least horrible - 39, rainy/foggy and little wind. Prior years we've had ice fog... blowing snow... wicked cold... so this was nice actually!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">This was a fun run for me, since due to surgery 4 weeks ago today I was simply not in any kind of running shape. Let's see... 10 days after surgery I did 2.2 miles and 11 days got the flu and 14 days strep and... well, I ran 2.3 last week so I supposed that counts? <5 miles in 4 weeks... 1.25miles/wk average. Oh baby i'm READY TO ROLL!!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Another fun addition is I was trying out some orthotic variations. First time so that'll be fun. Stuffed my tried and true in my amphipod bag in case.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Really nothing to report... normal breakfast, coffee, hit the 45min drive, get my "swag" (a shirt, a waterbottle, a postcard from the local church - all in a walmart bag!). Warm up a bit. Go to start. Ready to roll... go!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I started in back because I didn't want to be the one who was in the way. Ok, who am I kidding, there wasn't a start gun just a guy who yelled GO or something which we couldn't hear and we just followed the fasties like sheep
So I started off at a decent clip and tried (noticing specific wording) not to be dropped by the pregnant lady. Thank God she was doing the 2mile course because I finally passed her!</span></p><p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I was pretty much DFL. whatever, I didn't care. just trotted along and slowly picked off people who went out too fast and now were gasping on the side of the road. One real big guy who was fading quick, i tried to give some words of encouragement but he kind of looked at me like a 3 eyed martian so I didn't continue that and I just went ahead and dropped him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">about 10 min in I realized that both legs were cramped and miserable and made the decision to stop and pull out the orthotic and replace it with the tried and true. Clearly, FAIL on that experiment. I did that and all those folks who I passed managed to reclaim their glory. I hopped back into the fray and with a wicked kick and ate them back up with my blisting sub 12 minute pace over the course of the next mile. I was feeling pretty decent, not running at a maximal pace by any means but not taking it easy.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">One funny point was when we went out to the memorial tree (a tree with Kelsey's name on marked) it was an out and back. These 2 middle age ladies cut the course a bit. With a guilty look one yells out "Hey, we're not gonna win!"
LOL. However, soon after I hear them say "oh no, there's the girls I wonder if they saw us" - well, sure enough about 100yds ahead I pass these 6 cheerleader type girls who are "cheering" "CHEATER.... CHEATER.... CHEATER..." guess mom was indeed busted!! Awesome.</span></p><p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">Around the 2.5 mark I pass a dad with 2 little ones in hand. He's yelling ahead to mom saying "We're going straight up here and getting doughnuts!" She was none-too-pleased and retorted "Get you butt back on the course"! hahahaha</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I used my lightnight running skillz to eat up probbaly 50 more people by the end, as they were dying off left and right and I was just trucking along at a constant pace. It was getting much harder to hold the pace, maybe because I was entirely untrained for this distance ATM but hey, whatever, I just drew down in the bank-o-fitness and kept it going. The body was holding up just fine.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">At the finish line was the track coach reading out times... no seriously, it really was! I knew what was next.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">I walked to the gym and yes indeed, COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIES! The cookie station was manned by 3 Grandmas (who more than once yelled at young 'uns who already had enough!) and I nabbed some peanunt butter cookies and reveled in them. OMG they were so good. I did indeed remember my "Thank you ma'am"s Rather than fear the wrath of grandma, I ASKED politely if I could take a couple for my kids. Had to repeat the question as grandma needs a new battery in that hearing aid, but I was rewarded with an extra helpin'. Also was told I better try the buttermilk cookie.. so under complete duress and against my will I did. OMG it was AMAZZZZZING.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">So off I went back home where my lovely bride asked if I'd escort her around the block (2.5-3 miles) on a fast walk for which I of course obliged bringing my total miles to 7-7.5 for the day.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;">NOW BRING ON THE TURKEY!</span></p>
