08-17-2006, 08:37 PM | #1 |
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So I ran with a Dirty Hippie
and barely live to talk about it.
I ran with my ultra marathoner friend, and a 26 year old hotshot, a Dirty Hippie as it were. My ultra guy ran thirteen before meeting us. We started out making the first 6 in a pedestrian 8 to 9 minutes per mile. On the home, the horses decided to speed up to the barn. We were doing the 7 and 30 second variety, but over the last three, we negative split. 7:15, 7:00 and then 6:15. I was dying. So much so, that when we had to cross a divider slowing me down and I could not restart to reach their final sub six pace. They came back to comfort the disheartened slow old fart who was asking for rescussitation. Man, it sucks to be hippied. And my buddy was on his 25th mile! You are one mean sucker, Hippie.
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08-17-2006, 09:07 PM | #2 |
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You've mistaken me for someone who is actually in shape and capable of beating on every old man with whom I come into contact...
Not so... Only old men wearing goofy shades who had a hard time keeping up while I was wearing a parachute-esque windbreaker.
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