tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286049632011-04-21T17:43:37.408-07:00Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200303114045012783noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28604963.post-1149000478325682612006-05-30T07:46:00.000-07:002006-05-30T07:47:58.343-07:00<span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Sunday afternoon I called up my dad to ask him if he wanted to go for a run on Monday morning (those of you who don’t know my dad need to understand that he is a habituated runner- he’ll never pass up a chance to go for a jog with anyone.)<span style=""> </span>We decided that we’d go for a jog around 8am on Monday.<span style=""> </span>It seemed like a good day for me to get back into running.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I wasn’t really surprised when Dad called back a few hours later suggesting that we should run Dansville’s annual Bigfoot Challenge instead.<span style=""> </span>Dad insisted that I would do fine, despite the fact that I’ve probably ran 5 or 6 times all year.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>The race went well, despite scorching heat and my poor aerobic condition.<span style=""> </span>I huffed and panted my way the 5 kilometers and actually took 1^st place in my age group.<span style=""> </span>(To avoid being misleading, I should probably mention that I was the <i style="">only</i> person in my age group…)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>All that to say, the misery I encountered in the race reminded me that:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">1.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->Races are always easier to win without the competition</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="">2.<span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->Always be prepared for anything in life- it makes things easier!</p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28604963-114900047832568261?l=thegreatchadderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200303114045012783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28604963.post-1148396185862395722006-05-23T07:43:00.000-07:002006-05-23T08:06:37.500-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <div style="text-align: left;">"a thrilling chase, a wondrous place for you and me..."<br /><br />Well folks, I'm quite close to moving from Xanga to the world of Blogspot.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">More to come later...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And until then, here's a nice picture from my recent vacation that I'm sure you'll all<br />enjoy:<br /> </div> </div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/chadlinsley/daabc4a4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/chadlinsley/daabc4a4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28604963-114839618586239572?l=thegreatchadderz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200303114045012783noreply@blogger.com2