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"Chrissie wins because she trains really f'ing hard and races really f'ing hard and was blessed with a huge f'ing motor" Jordan Rapp
They both went to the hospital in the same ambulance. Both were going to need minor medical attention, but could you imagine their interaction over the next few days?
Nothing strange people-wise, though. Bunches of people in spandex and other tights is about it.
He had long rocker-dude hair, was going to town on the drums, shaking his head etc... Had to stop and just laugh. Had to be a chore to get that huge set of drums all the way out there.
Was attacked not once, but twice, by red-winged blackbirds on a ride in the country. Happened about 2-3 miles apart and both times the bird dive bombed me and pecked at my helmet. I mean, I know these are territorial birds, but I really mean no harm. . .
I found a full unopened bottle of Yeagermeister in NC on a run one day. Stashed that in the bushes did a threshold effort home, got in the car and drove back to retrieve it. Yeager goes well with breakfast I discovered.
Out riding one weekend day I see this guy running carrying a wooden pole with flags on it. About 3 hours later I'm still riding and I come across this same guy about 20+ miles as the crow flies from where I had previously seen him. I asked him what he was doing, where he was going. He was a native american on a prayer run. He basically was heading out on a 40 mile prayer run shirtless in shorts and sandals with no water or food carrying a wooden pole with flags. I almost crashed my bike when i realized how far he was running. If you took the roads from where I first saw him to where he was heading is a 4.5hr RT ride. As the crow flies about 40 miles running.
I used to ride on the reservation most of the time. I've seen a few other prayer runs since then. Every time I saw one, it amazed me that someone completely untrained is going to go run for about 40 miles carrying a wooden pole with flags.
Now every workout for me is a religious experience.
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Did she sniff it after she popped a squat?
Yesterday, I saw Michael Jackson, TWICE (BTW, for posterity, this is posthumous).
First he was an asian woman jogging and then just a few minutes later, he was a black guy riding his bike with jerry curls and a red sleeveless jacket (that looked similar to the one from Thriller).
I was running one day about dusk, with traffic (something I rarely do, but circumstances dictated it that night) and less than a mile from home when a drunk driver coming at me hit a pickup in the back so hard that the pickup flipped over into a yard. The car then shot across the road and hit a car that was passing me head on. The car passing me went into the yard in front of me, the drunk went into a yard behind me. Metal and car parts went everywhere, not one touched me.
I used to be a volunteer firefighter paramedic (15 years removed) so that training kicked in. Everyone lived, the drunk actually got hurt the worse and had to be air lifted to the trauma center. It was nice to feel the rush, but it also reminded me of why I walked away.
He later claimed that he wasn't driving, but didn't know who was. I had to testify at the Grand Jury, and later at the trial, although he pleaded out before I got to take the stand at the trial. My part of the story was having been there the entire time, from impact to police arrival, and could prove that he was the only one in the car.
A cop took me home after everything was done and I had given my statement. I didn't really connect the dots until I was describing the event to the Grand Jury, that was when I realized that nothing but fate had saved my life.
"...the street finds its own uses for things"
Many times I've tried to figure out why someone would carry a bag of wrenches in a race.
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