With props to our dancers, our shooter (!), and our faultless editor, Tiny Kit:
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Kickin' It Old Skool '06
With props to our dancers, our shooter (!), and our faultless editor, Tiny Kit:
Monday, December 8, 2008
Name Change?
And no, for you cynical cats out there keeping track of my blog topics history, I am not suggesting we change our team name to Hello Chesty Athletic Club. At least not yet...
If someone were to hypothetically make that nomination, however, I might second it.
If someone were to hypothetically make that nomination, however, I might second it.
Monday's Blue Plate Fare: A Side of Chesticles
Q: Are you in for RTB, Version 2009.It's-a-long-way-to-the-top-if-you-want-to-rock-and-roll.7th-year.Beachtember.biz.gov.doc?
A: Nice, now I have that awesome AC/DC song in my head. Count me in. I hope to drop the five minutes the team needed just from my legs alone. Let me know what kind of money I owe you. Thanks for coming out on Saturday. Sorry you missed out on the rest of the run. We kept a pretty consistent pace until we started heading back to Cambridge. Gaffer and I started throwing down all sorts of crazy shazamm in the final miles. He was complaining all the way.
Signed, Chesticles
Editor's Note: This representative e-mail from Chesticles begs the following commentary:
1. Yes, it is truly a wonderful AC/DC song.
2. When Chesticles refers to dropping 5 minutes, do you think he means from his time or does he intend to actually slice 5 minutes off of his legs?
3. Prompt payment is the preferred currency of HKAC.
4. You can bet the "shazamm" referred to in the final miles of Saturday's run included one turned ankle, one stranded runner, 3 miles erroneously estimated at 6:00 pace (7:30 actual), at least two miles at 5:50 pace, lots of surges, lots of Van Halen, some chafing-related blood, one hidden replenishment of Gatorade, and a whole lot of kvetching from Gaffer 2000.
A: Nice, now I have that awesome AC/DC song in my head. Count me in. I hope to drop the five minutes the team needed just from my legs alone. Let me know what kind of money I owe you. Thanks for coming out on Saturday. Sorry you missed out on the rest of the run. We kept a pretty consistent pace until we started heading back to Cambridge. Gaffer and I started throwing down all sorts of crazy shazamm in the final miles. He was complaining all the way.
Signed, Chesticles
Editor's Note: This representative e-mail from Chesticles begs the following commentary:
1. Yes, it is truly a wonderful AC/DC song.
2. When Chesticles refers to dropping 5 minutes, do you think he means from his time or does he intend to actually slice 5 minutes off of his legs?
3. Prompt payment is the preferred currency of HKAC.
4. You can bet the "shazamm" referred to in the final miles of Saturday's run included one turned ankle, one stranded runner, 3 miles erroneously estimated at 6:00 pace (7:30 actual), at least two miles at 5:50 pace, lots of surges, lots of Van Halen, some chafing-related blood, one hidden replenishment of Gatorade, and a whole lot of kvetching from Gaffer 2000.
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