Unlike Jerry Reed, The Slam lives for these 5!

Sad news from SuperDave today, he informed me that Jerry Reed, aka Amos Mosses, aka Cletus Snow, aka the Snowman passed away this week. Nobody tells me anything! How can The Bandit's right hand man pass and it not make International news? Geez, what are they reporting on these days?Well, Jerry man no longer be Hot (when he was he was, now he aint) but these five are still alive in the Slam after completing the incredibly hard Wasatch Front 100 (Gawd, but I'm mostly glad not to be there!): Top Slam finisher, Perry Edinger 29:37. Followed by: Dan Brendan 29:58; Stan the Man Ferguson 31:16. Kristina Irivin 32:46. Allan Holtz 33:08.

Still waiting on word for Carol O'Hear. They are projecting her to finish just under the wire. I'm rooting really hard for her! Go Carol go! These are 6 tough cookies.

Guys let's find them all at Arkansas and congratulate them. Way to hang, way to hang!

6 AM at Croom

Jon, The Good Doctor, Tracy and I clocked in 20 at Croom today.

Becky, Woody, Dan, and Dominic were there too, but they started way to early for us, and waiting around wasn't in their game plan.

I'm looking forward to some of that cooler weather so we don't have to start before we go to bed in order to run before you could cook a chicken in your shorts (that's Crotch Pot cookin'!)

Utah? I'm Not there Yet! Song #50

Well gang, I am not in Utah. The saying used to be, U-Tah, you conquered. Sadly, I was conquered before I ever got to Utah.

Well, it's not that I'm not there, it's that I'm not there yet! One of these days, I'll do that Grand Dam Slam, just not this year.

In honor of that, here is Sam Utah, practicing on "Not There Yet!"
Better days ahead my family, better days ahead.

And hey great luck to everybody doing Wasatch this weekend, especially those special 6 slammers that are left. See you in Arkansas!

You Pick: No More LA or Spanish and Mexicans

My friend Amy brought up a most excellent point regarding the lost Slam.

"Hey you've done the S, and you're still on track for the M. How about some Grand S & M?"
What a good idea! and if anybody saw the picture of my feet from the last post, well, I'd say I'm right on track!

Who needs LA anyway? I mean it's not Lower Alabama, but the central plains that are home to Auburn, "the Loveliest Village on the Plains."

Here we come Arkansas! Right now we have Woody, A2, the Prof, and me entered. We need one more to have a team Florida. Wouldn't hurt if it was a chick. Hey, Runsforbeer, how about you pace lil bro, Scott, from start to finish and go ahead and set up a temporary address in Florida. Then we'll win for sure!

It's too Bad on my Birthday!

Happy Birthday to me.

Yep, I stayed out all night again. Even took a nap from 7:30 - 10:30 just so I could make it out all night.

Stayed out drinking all night as well.

And boy, I had moves (the Professor will have to explain that one to you.)47 Years Old, means 47 miles with the Professor, and A2. Oh, and didn't we have fun? After we ran we joined the group of many that started anywhere between 4 AM and 7 AM. We followed that up with a nice BBQ and a few frosty beverages.

I may be old, but .... at least I'm not real smart. Here's the sick thing, there was no place I'd have rather been, and nothing I would rather have been doing. I am one real sick bastid (but I had company :)

Pictures of my feet tomorrow (Some commented on the fact that I had lost a toenail, but I hadn't lost it, nothing like running 47 miles and drinking 2 1/2 beers to make one simply reach down and yank off a toenail, it was sort of macho on more than sort of GROSS!)

Don't Ever Believe Roger

Ok, we all know that Candi is an exercise machine. Of course she is a great cyclist, she has all the body fat of a ferret hyped up on a double cappuccino! But our man Roger he was all like, I can't ride no bike, I suck, I'm a spaz, You'll have to drive a stake in the ground next to me to see if I'm moving, you can leave the watch in the car I'll be timing myself with a calendar, and all that. Hooey, that's what I say!

Roger shows up for our little bike ride (oh, yeah, I'm all about cross training.... now) on a 1980's Trek (it's the genetic twin of mine) with all of 40 pounds of pressure in the tires (if you don't bike, well for a road bike 40 pounds gives a comfortable yet slow ride.) Darn that Candi, she had to point this out to him, so right then I knew I would be riding alone again, naturally.

I was right, they took off and left me to pedal slowly in peace. But you know what? This wasn't at all like my last effort during what Roger described as my 6 week taper for Vermont (yeah, it was about 3 weeks before Western States was supposed to fire off a race.) On that ride I whined, I cried, I hoped for death. Not so this time, by the time I made the turn around (with Candi and Roger long out of sight, thank Gawd!) I had found a little tiny bit of my biking legs and had little trouble making the trip back.

So, I was happy to be out there, and happy to think with some effort I might be able to keep up with Candi, Roger and Star (provided I get to prep their bikes!)

That's all I have to say about that!

Song of the Week #47 Gone at the Haitt of it All!

Yeah, this is my view on the slam.

Like my last paycheck...
Like a 5th of Gin ....
Like my first 46 years ....

This is what it is..

But you know, that doesn't mean the next 46 years won't be even better! Like I said, I'm actually looking forward to going beautiful places and not having to run the whole dern time! I'm actually looking forward to growing some toenails.

Oh, sure I'll still be running WAY too much, even after Arkansas, but because I want too, not because I'm in the Slam!