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Butt Grab at 6 MPH
And you wonder why I put up with him?? Sometimes I do too!!! There is at least one good thing about him however -- he has good timing!
And We Raaaan…We Ran So Far Away….
…As the Flock of Seagulls say. Except we did not, “run all night and day”. We only ran for two hours, 8 minutes and 18 seconds and two hours, 9 minutes and 19 seconds…which is long enough!It was a beautiful day in New Bedford, MA….The temperature was perfect – about 50 degrees, with a bit of a breeze – great for running! We were ready; Mr L had 6 packs of “Goo” (like a squeeze power bar), I had peed about 4 times (I am always worried about having to go during the race)…
We set the pace right at the beginning with our first mile – about 9:40, which was all we were hoping for, somewhere below a 10 minute mile. After that it was all downhill…and then uphill…and then downhill….and finally flat. We pretty much maintained a 9:40ish mile the whole way.
We got to the end about 2 hours later. After a surprise hill at the 12th mile (those bastards) and a wave from Mrs. Bee at the end of the 12th (in her St Pat’s day green, which matched all the race crew), we sprinted the last .1 mile, just in time to make it just under a 10 minute mile!! Whew!
We had a marvelous lunch with Grandma Sue of typical New England fare (as well as a couple glasses of wine – woo hoo!!) then headed home for some family time (and dinner – go carb loading!) at the farm before heading to the airport to go home.
All in all, a successful weekend! Oh, I forgot to mention – I milked a goat. In doing so, I learned that it is easier to milk small tits than to milk big tits. Hurrah for small tits!!
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