Monday, February 7, 2011

3rd Place Rock

You know it's a FatAss race (no shirt, no aid, no whining, no fee) when you spend half the race puking up an Really Old Bagel with cream cheese that I unwisely nuked for breakfast (6 stops for vomit over miles 12-23) and still win 3rd prize with my 2nd worst 50k time. Lovely foggy day in west seattle, bunch of other addicts that I see every weekend congregated for their weekly hit (some for a double). 50k is the new marathon.


  1. So vomit-wise, is that considered a negative split?

  2. smashing your hand with a ballpeen hammer is the new 50k...Ventoux