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Some Things Really Stink

16 May 2009

Namely, working for 3-4 years and putting in 20 miles a week and finally reaching the 6:00 mile for a brief couple of months before losing ground to the life of a father and coach.  Then taking my 13-year-old son out immediately after a homemade fettucine Alfredo tonite in the twilight and watching him turn in a 6:11.9.

‘taint fair!

qb

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. 19 May 2009 8:29 am

    qb,

    Hmmmm, passing the torch with a little scorch?

    Blessings!

  2. 19 May 2009 10:07 am

    Poetic justice, of a sort, Coop: I warned him, but he wanted to do it anyway. And, predictably enough, he spent 30 minutes, off and on, leaning into the trash bin out in the alley, yawning (sorta). I’ll let you flesh out that little image yourself. LOL! qb

  3. 19 May 2009 11:39 am

    qb,

    The alternative imagery is Ryhaowllf, the holy chant to the Porcelain God.

    Blessings!

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