SEACOWS Speak

Essay number one: "Ten reasons why you should sponsor the SEACOWS"

1. Mike has a very visible tattoo of a symbol that is identified with a pseudo-satanic group of musicians named, "Danzig"

2. Bill will say and do anything for money. He has no conscience whatsoever.

3. Trevor Darnell is one attractive male.

4. If you need someone to model brown polyester pants, several of the SEACOWS ran for Jack Shaw, whom we might be able to entice (with pretzels and pork rinds) to do some modeling.

5. SEACOWS rarely swear in public

6. SEACOWS are rarely seen naked in public

7. SEACOWS rarely talk about masturbation in public

8. All SEACOWS are pillars in their respective communities (except for Barry Deese)

9. One Word: "GU"

10. One Other Word: "Beer"

Essay number two: "Art" by Bill Raitter

The following words were contained in an e-mail that I recieved from Bill on Thu, 5 Mar 1998 when he had settled into life as a cableguy. It is not only briliant prose with a prudent message, it is also the funniest e-mail that I have been sent to this date.

Paul! My young friend. Nature is larger than we can understand. We are only at the tail end of it - nothing but a curious fat little comma near the end of a very long sentence. I enter homes of people who are at the very end of giving in. These are the housepets of industry, the product of our adam and eve - unlimited life, no matter what the cost. How else can millions of people survive and not know their own neighbors? Long black wires strung from branchless trees. I grew up among the countless numbers of grocery fed human pets, i have encountered thousands dependent upon a hyperreality. Is it possible to doubt the fact that anthropocentrism is the only thing that makes sense when all else is gone. My hope is that these creatures stay close to each other and fear the life associated with untouched wilderness, endless streams and creeping mountains. Today I traveled south along the big lake, deep clouds rolled across the sky. Once my vehicle lurches forward and the bare trees pass by I dream of all life as art. All the addictions and despair role around in my soul like the waves of the lake next to me. Each person i lothe is a cosmic nanometer away from me being them, it is my dream to help the bottom of humanity for i am them and they are me. Besides, all that, HBO is free this month! later - the cow

Essay number three: "Running in and around Michigan" by Paul Low

After just over 25 years of living in the Great Lake State, I am moving on for greener pastures... Actually, I am moving to biome classified as a desert in a state that is known for its lust vegetation and large trees. In my 25 years on this earth, I have spent all but 2.5 living in Michigan and the majority of my 10 years of serious training has been done here. The following is a selection of some of the things that I will be anxious to abandon and other things that I will most likely miss after my departure. All in all, my experience of running in Michigan have been favorable; however, as for now, I have found that the racing opportunities which,were good for a time, have become stale and the training venue of central Michigan is uninspiring.
<2>The Good

Fall Training: Michigan's most glorious season with perfect weather, good scenery and a relatively competative racing schedule.

Central Michigan University Cross-Country: Coached by Craig Fuller, CMU has had a successful program for many years. Its forte is an environment created by lots of runners who are all striving for improvement, even if most of those guys were not all-world in high school. The level of walk-on success seen at CMU should be attributed to good, flexible coaching, competative scheduling, and a high level of commitment from everyone directly involved with the program. Now that my eligibility has been exhausted, CMU XC provides my only source of training partners within a 60 mile radius.

Deerfield park: If you have not already guessed, I live in Mount Pleasant, Michigan and, while it is probably one of the best college towns for training, (at least in the MAC) I often have to share wide roads with automobiles (which is quite unacceptable.) Do not misunderstand, Mount Pleasant is full of parks. Many parks. Many small parks. While running in the city, it is possible to do quite a bit of your run on traffic free grass or dirt closely following the dominant geographic feature of our Late Holocene environment, the Chippewa river. For an opportunity to leave roads behind long enough to forget about looking both ways, however, you would need to visit Deerfield County Park, the only trail system of over a few kilometers this side of Sanford. This park has been almost as significant an asset to my training as all of the friends that I have made while running in Michigan.

Other Michigan trails: In the last 10 years, I have done quite a bit of running on Michigan's long distance trails, somewhere that, apparently, not many others train since I always seem to have them all to myself. The High Country Pathway, Shore-to Shore Trail, North Country Trail, and the Pottawatomi Trail system are all pretty good places to train, considering that you are still in the Mid-west. On the negative side, it should be noted that with the exception of the Pottawatami Trail all of these long distance trails are located as far as possible from the places that people actually live. Some trails near and through urban and suburban areas would decrease the cost (both monetary and environmental) of transportation associated with trail running and it would make more trails more accessible to more people (not that I am holding my breath.)

Races: 1. Mount Peasant Striders Turkey Trot 6K: This is what racing is all about! A beautiful course, (through the previously mentioned Deerfield park) a $5.00 entry fee, good competition, (except for this year) and none of the superfluous shit that are the primary reason that your local 10K costs $20.00 or more. Because of the off-road location, there is no need to pay for traffic support. In addition to this, there are no race t-shirts, the there is only water at the finish, (who needs a fluid replacement drink after a 6K in November anyway) and the post race food is pot luck. No need for fancy awards either...I have won this race twice now and both times have received a left over finishers gift from a previous year. Racing is about finding out who can run the fastest over a certain course on a certain day and how fast you can run over a certain course on a certain day, not about long sleeve, coolmax t-shirts with award winning designs. Events like this one are what racing is all about.
2. National Cherry Festival 15K and 5K: Probably the most competative race in Michigan that does not give prize money. the 5K is a fun one to win, but I prefer the 15K because of the big hill in the middle of the race (which, by the way, is where I got dropped by the leaders this year.) Aside from the race itself, the NCF races are a favorite because after the racing is over, it seems as though I know about one half of the thousand or so people in the race. Pretty cool, eh?
3. Vertel's European Cross-Country 8K: Sorry, this race is no longer run. While it was being run, it consisted of a mostly flat 8K with two passes over a hill that dubiously resembles a landfill absent of methane vents, two passes over a river, (without a bridge) and 20 to 30 passed over water-filled ditches that are too wide and deep to vault over gracefully. Did I mention that this race is run in early December in a northern suburb of Chicago? This was THE most intrinsically fun racing experience that I have encountered thus far... The first year that I ran this race, I arrived so late that I did not have my shoes on when the starting gun was fired. For a moment, I paused and thought about how I had driven all of the way from Grand Rapids, Michigan to compete that day. Then, I threw my spikes on the ground and won my first (and only) barefoot race. At the first river crossing, I leapt as far as I could off of the 3 foot high bank thinking that the water was about waist deep. After landing in water that was, in fact, knee deep (in bare feet, on sharp rocks,) I fell face-first into the river. Two weeks later, I discovered that during this fall, I had fractured my right ulna (wrist bone.)
4. The Great Lakes Relay: A 10 person, 3 day relay that travels 300 to 330 miles from Lake Huron to Lake Michigan in late July. I have run in this even six times now. Although there are still some major problems to be eliminated, it is a great time and the only good team event in Michigan.
5. Wild Wild Wilderness Run 7.6 miles: A Trail race in the Kickapoo State Park that is notable for many reasons. First of all, there is a very tough team competition (5 person x-c scoring), and the individuals are pretty good as well. Second, the race is in a park that is an old strip-mine whose ownership reverted back to the state, and, while the natural beauty of the park hides its industrial past, the geomorphology is truly unique and quite interesting (for the midwest.) Third, the Kennekukk Road Runners are a great group of people who are dealing quite well with the fact that they live in Daneville, Illinois. Forth, post race is most impressive: freely flowing beer (without long lines,) good food (the year that I ran, they had an Illinois State Senator serving the bean soup,) and, unlike in Michigan, where everybody has to rush home to watch television, lots of people stayed-for hours after the race!
6. Rushford's Rhodes Rustic 5K Steeplechase: I hope that I got the name correct. The only thing about which I can complain regarding this race is the level of competition. I have won the race for the last three years and the second place finisher in each of those years has come to the race with me. Normally, I abandon races that I have won in the past (unless, of course, there is some cool prize that lures me back.) What keeps me coming back to this one? The course. Get set to run your personal WORST for a 5K. Steep hill, horrendous footing, felled trees, narrow trails, sharp turns, more sharp turns, and (hopefully) mud and standing water on the course all combine to make this a challenging and fun 5K. As if it was not enough to have a really unique course, this race also has a number of other things that sets it apart in memory. For the start, the runners are lead by a bagpiper from the warm-up area 50 meters away to the starting line. After the race, there is a giant raffle (I think that they gave away a mountain bike this year along with 500 pounds of beans,) and a weenie roast/potluck post race dinner. Next week: The Bad...

Essay number Four: "Leaving Michigan, Good Riddance"

Finally, I have amassed the leisure time requisite to write the second part of my "Leaving Michigan" essay. This portion of the writing will deal with the reasons that I am eagerly awaiting my exodus from the Great Lake State.
1. Lack of distinctive geomorphology: Yes, we do have a river in Mount Pleasant, Michigan; however, this is our ONLY landscape feature. Note that the VERY gently rolling hills that were left by our Pleistocene friends, the glaciers, do not count as landforms. There are no mountains, no valleys, nothing interesting, and nothing to provide a sense of direction, much less, a sense of place.
2. Lack of exciting races: Right now, my friends in England, are in the middle of probably the most full, exciting, and varied cross-country season in the world. Meanwhile, I have two options from which to choose this time of year. Either I can run indoor track meets and suffer the mental hell that accompanies 25 laps of a 200-meter oval or, I can find low key winter season road races to win by several minutes. It seems to me that winter is the time of year when the midwestern runner would need the additional motivational force of a legitimate racing season. Perhaps I should not expect anything more from any area that is world renown for its percentage of obese citizens. Some of the particular races that I will not be missing:
a. The Crim: A friend of mine from inner city Detroit had this to say about the Crim, "If I wanted to run in the ghetto, I would stay at home." Why is this race so popular? I just don't know�I can no longer think of a reason to run it.
b. Run the Mountain: New sponsor meant new course, not necessarily a better course. In fact, the finish has gone from a public park with picnic shelters and bathroom facilities to an adjacent field.
c. Park Forrest "Scenic" 10 Miler: Never run this race. Ever.
3. It is February and it is cold: There has to be somewhere with whether that is more conducive to running and sustainable living than this area. The overriding theme for the winters here: duration, duration, duration. Oh, yeah, the repeated freezing and thawing throughout the winter months and the resultant slush make for great running surfaces and one heck of a toll on your washing machine. This brings up the point of area snow removal policies, which is an essay topic for another day�
4. Lack of public land and the resultant need to share the public space with automobiles. As if sharing roads with cars was not bad enough, the recent construction of a large casino and the accompanying population growth has made traffic quite bad. For more discussion on the state of public lands in Michigan and Isabella County, see the first part of the essay
5. Everyone leaves Mount Pleasant, why should I be any different?

Essay number five: "Knife or Nikey" by Bill Raitter

First, you grab it by the upper torso make the incision quickly and firm without hesitation. If the subject escapes from your heavenly grasp like a earthworm in muddy soil briskly strike it with something large but swingable. The possibility of escape is impossible the "big men" know our greed, our dependence on being noticed, being different; unique but the same (a giant "planned neighborhood" which imposes the use of the energy giants, focuses us on being a village where everyone is the king and queen.) The runner is doing the escaping the "swoosh" is the silent sharp weapon. Instead of bonding and developing we are eliteing and "kicking ass". Not a river in a forest but a flood on city streets. The arrival of the cow named paul is a small hope in the aerobic brotherhood of people who LIKE to run for the soul and heart, to run a ridge with a basalt, trees, rivers or try and run fast for finding what is in your guts. The corperations want to pave our trails and put thier logos on our bodies but we just want to run, escape be free. Plus, I can't find a job that allows time for dreaming, running, flatuating, and writing bizzare poetry. Be the cow but escape the blade, oh, watch out for the swoosh it is equally sharp!

Essay number Six: "What is the Big Deal About Being a Seacow??" just a thought by: Anthony Errico

Join the seacows !! Run with the seacows !! Sponsor the seacows !! I just don't get all the hype. The seacows think they have life by the balls, but you really don't. You work just enough to get by, spend hours per day outdoors exposed to natures elements, run way too much (without a doubt you will all have arthritis when you get older), not to mention you eat boring & bland food. So big deal, you all still run fast, why are you in such a hurry anyway ?? I on the other hand, work 10 hrs each day indoors, without having to worry about natures wrath. If it is too cold, turn up the heat. If it is too warm, kick on the air. I don't buy generic brands of food (which we all know are not nearly as healthy as the name brands). I exercise with the ab roller, designed by doctors for athletes (no worry about arthritis here !!). I eat a balanced & tasty pork filled diet. So I can't run an 8:51 steeple anymore, big deal. I bowled a 207 last week, broke 50 for 9 holes, & won a half dozen donuts for meeting my sales quota. Now whose got life by the balls ??

Essay number Seven: Nix's Favorite Passage From "Once a Runner" by J. Parker

This is a passage from the book Once A Runner, by John L Parker, the only fiction book about the life of serious American runners. (Slightly edited for essay purposes) "It's a simple choice. We can all be good boys and wear our letter sweaters around and get our degrees and find some nice girl to settle, you know, down with....take up what a friend of ours calls the hearty challenge of lawn care..." "Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fear into the hearts fo mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yars out! We can become God's own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race dark Satan himslef till he wheezes fiery cindres down the back straightaway!" "They'll speak our names in hushed tomes, 'those guys are animals' they'll say! We can lay it on the line, bust a gut, show them a clean pair of heels. We can sprint the turn on a spring breeze and feel the winter leave our feet!" "We can, by god, let our demons loose and just wail on!" They were all a tad drunk. -Quenton Cassidy Moooo on

Essay number Eight: GLR Report by Barry Deese

The relay went pretty good I guess. The team was unusual in that it was all guys, mostly from EMU. We had one Lake Superior State dude. We still had fun being rude to other teams, etc. and it was especially enjoyable that the M-10 team (loaded with U of M talent) was disqualified at last. They were caught cutting a leg of the race when one of their athletes took a wrong turn. They ran the rest of the race despite being DQ'd and it made for good competition. After 2 days we were behind by 40 seconds. Of course, several unfortunate occurances came about in the first couple of days. I suffered from heat exhaustion my first leg of the relay (only 5 miles, but I went out like a bat out of hell). You shouldn't try to run hard in hot weather. After about 1/2 hr., my heart rate dropped below 180 and I was good to go. I feel this near death experience is a testiment to my dedication to the Sea Cows. If only more people had this type of dedication (Nixon, Mayer).

I missed the old team members, but we had our moments. Clint Verran got his truck stuck in a mud puddle after trying to drive through it. Water was up to the windows. He eventually started it by rolling it downhill. Our biker took his car keys with him stranding three of us on a hot, dusty road for two hours. Consequently, Clint and Blake were forced to run 17 or 18 miles the first day of the relay. I taught the whole team to savor fudge dipped macaroons, especially Blake McDowell who insisted they helped him win at card games. I also sold the team on Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. Our new theme instead of "Moo" seems to now be "What'll you have?" followed by "Pabst Blue Ribbon!" Although we weren't the first to cross the finish line in Empire (Ahmez got severely lost in his quest to run down Jessica Forsythe), we finally won the overall title. They have something now that looks somewhat like the stanley cup that the winner gets their team name engraved on. I'm proud to announce the Sea Cow name will forever be displayed on the cup. About the team in general, everyone contributed the best they could. EMU runners are tough as hell. Clint and Blake especially came though in tough situations, so I give them co-MVP awards. Ahmez gets honorable mention after the tough Tommy Toyota run in 95+ degree heat and high humidity. That had to have made the rest of the relay hell for him. I, of course, started running my way into shape and ran better as the relay went. Living in Marysville is not helping my hill running. The team was quite possibly the most perverted ever. I am proud of each and every member of the team. Oh, by the way, when we were drinking beer at the banquet, they announced no alcohol allowed in the school. I guess that's where those lemonade cups come in handy hugh?

Essay number Nine: Trophy Prose, by Sean Nixon

The other day I went to the Glad-Peach Run; just another hum-drum 5K. I won the race by well over a minute. The only thing that separates this race form any other 5k in any other small town is that it had a Rollerblade race in which one guy actually raced it (about 9 mins). There were to girls that I ran with throught the first mile (they rollerbladed) then they faded. I was all alone AGAIN!

Anyway the exciting thing was they gave away clock trophies and I got the rollerblade champ one. I exchanged it but not before taking the battery for my remote control. Also, there was a corporation that was handing out washclothes and I took one of those. Finally the race director wanted me to put my name on something so he gave me a pen. I was more excited about taking home a washcloth, a pen, and a battery than I was about another god foresaken trophy.

Moooo on,

Essay number Ten: The Red Room, a guest essay by Eric Wisehart

Editor's Note: This is not really an essay
The lure of the collective by: eric wisehart

I respectfully request permission to be part of ;

a group which doesn't bat an eye at public nakedness

a group which has a love for public restrooms, to include honeybuckets

a group which total income for the year will probably be equal to that of some lowly government employee.

a group which applauds public flatulence, and even rates it

a group at same merit who will share in the pride of a beastly BM

a group who all get jobs in different facets of food preparation so they have a menu variety on pocketed food snuck out of the workplace

a group which motto isn't:GOT BUTTER

a group who pokes fun at those who follow that motto

a group that knows that the red room rented to eric would reduce the rent

a group which also knows that if they decided to allow eric in, they would look even better due to his tortoise ass, always injured, mental midget,self.

Please help this poor soul and accept him as one of your own. I am submitting its in good faith, knowing that by doing so I am opening myself up for even more brutality but a closer relationship with actual running. Thank you for your condideration..E.W.

Old Mission Statement: You should be running more.

Clarification of the mission statement: What else are you going to do with your time? Work? Watch television? Shop? Play video games? Life is far too short for that. Would you rather spend YOUR LIFE working to accumulate material goods and a large bank account or would you prefer a life spent accumulating memories and experiences. What good will your bank account do you when the revolution comes? With 97% of financial transactions in the world based on "speculation," probably not much good. Life should be spent accumulating memories; memories from real experiences, not memories of watching strangers acting on a television. So, yes, you should be running more. Like you have anything better to do...

Essay number ???: "An Interview with Mike D."

The following interview originally appeared in the December 27 edition of Runners World Daily

A Brief Chat With...
Mike Dudley by Peter Gambaccini

Mike Dudley was second in 2:14:37 at Sacramento's Cal International Marathonon December 5. Dudley's time is the fourth-fastest in the U.S. for 1999. His previous marathon best was a first-place 2:16:54 at Las Vegas (1994). An Air Force veteran who attended Central Oregon Community College and the University of West Virginia, Dudley has just moved from Bend, Oregon, to Boulder, Colorado, where he will be part of the U.S. Army's World Class Athlete Program.
Runner's World Daily: What do you think accounted for your personal best by more than 2 minutes?
Mike Dudley: I was in shape to win it [Cal International] last year. I should have won it [he was fifth in 2:17:02]. I missed the start of the race, so that didn't help. This year, I've been healthy and training consistently. I knew I was ready to run.
RWD: You hadn't improved since your 2:16:54 in 1994. Were you getting discouraged?
MD: Not really. I was going to school at West Virginia at the time I ran Las Vegas. Then, for a couple of years, I was doing only cross-country and track. When I started doing marathons again I didn't really train for them. I'd just run under 2:20 to make some money. On the East Coast, you can race every weekend and make $200 in some little race. Out here in Bend, you don't have that, so it's easier to focus on something six months down the road and go for it.
RWD: At Cal, were you ever on pace for a sub-2:14, below the Olympic qualifying time?
MD: I don't know. At 18, I was pretty darn close but I didn't do the math. I was just worried about racing. I didn't know I was going to run that fast. My agent told me to try to go for the standard, but I just thought if I ran 2:15, I'd be competitive.
RWD: Were you ever near Joe LeMay [who won in 2:13:55]?
MD: No, he just led the whole thing. He had about 2 minutes on me at 20. With 2 1/2 miles to go, I went hard after him for 1 mile, and my thighs started to give out. I knew there was no way I was going to get him unless he walked. I looked behind me, and I knew that Theo Martin [third in 2:15:07] wasn't going to get me. And I looked at my watch and realized I wasn't going to get the A standard, so I kind of protected where I was. I still ran a 5:10 last mile.
RWD: There's a lot of difference between a 2:17 guy and a 2:14 guy.
MD: Oh, definitely. I look at the U.S. list, and all of the sudden, my name's right there in fourth. Wow. I was so bad in high school. I couldn't even think about any remote chance of an Olympic team or being competitive on a U.S. level. The pace I ran the other day is about what I did for 2 miles in high school.
RWD: Why are you going into the Army World Class Athlete Program now?
MD: I couldn't find a job when I was in Bend. I was delivering newspapers through March. I had to get up at 3 a.m. That really hurt. I'm in the process of getting a divorce; I was looking for a way out of town. I filled out the forms and they called me up at the end of October and told me I was getting in. The program will take care of expenses. I'll get some good quality training partners, and some coaching from Arturo Barrios.
RWD: So the key thing for you is to find a way to be 38 seconds faster at Pittsburgh.
MD: Yeah, that's all I need. If I'd have gotten the standard, like in LeMay's position, I'd be doing some kind of dance, praying to the Weather God to be hot and humid or windy and snowy for that day so nobody else would get it. Not to be mean. Now, I need perfect weather on one day and have to feel good on that day and hope everything comes together. Which is what I figured I'd need anyway.

Essay number Twelve: "Help wanted"

Ok, perhapse this is not REALLY an essay, but it is an actual posted help wanted add in the Dend Bulletin "news" paper:

ECLIPSE Night Club is finished remodeling and is now hiring: Male cage dancers/bouncers, $10 hr. + tips. Must be attractive in Speedos. Auditions are Tuesday nights, 8 p.m.

Essay number Thirteen: "The Chase, by Sean 'a1' Nixon"

You won't believe what just happened to me....I almost got arrested for running on the track at western. I got oof work, warmed up and started my workout 20X400 with 100 rest. I was determined to finish it. Some fatass maintenance guy rolls out onto the track with his truck and tells me that he's locking the gate, I said, "OK" and continued running, the other gate has been open for weeks. Then he said that the track's closing, (at 10:20?)so I told him that I had 5 more. By the time I ran one more the two cop cars surronded the track and with their bullhorns warned me to leave the track, I told them that I had 3 more laps, they then informed me that I was going to be arrested for trespassing, they got out of their cars to arrest me and I finished up my interval and left out the back gate. What a crock of shit arrested for running on the track.
By the way I won Leggin' it at Lincoln, slow time next one in the race 1.5mins back. I suck no competition and when I do workouts the police want to arrest me.

Essay number 15: "Why it took so @#$%*ing long to update the webpage" by Paul Low

Now that we are approaching the time of year when there is precious little activity to report, the SEACOW website will be back in buisiness. What does this mean to you, gentle reader? It means that you will once again have a running news source that brings you updates and all of the news that matters.

Why is the SEACOW website being updated now after such a long hiatus? Well, the original webmaster once again have access to the internet and Sean Nixon has graciously agreed to step in as the new west coast correspondant. After a brief visit to see Sean in his native habitat, I have determined that he has sufficient free time to dedicate in helping update the SEACOW webpage. During this period of silence, I have heard from some of the desperate people who choose to get a small portion of their running news from this sight and I learned that the site was actually missed when I was not updating it. After learning that, 1. people read the SEACOW website and that 2. some people enjoy the site to a degree that they complain about its absence, I decided that it was important to continue updating into the near future.

Essay number 16: "Thank God for Bush" by Tim Vandervlugt

Thank god for Bush. the trails have been manageable here in Bend for most day to day runs but we have been forced to the roads for any speed workouts.

During one of those days when we actually hits the trails Bill and I did a modified Butte loop. After taking a day off from any bowel movements, Bill decided to see how many feet he could project his matter, repeatedly. We stopped no less than five times in one run. Bill has always been very special in the shitting department, but this was an all new accomplishment. Especially amazing since Bill does not believe in toilet paper. Any normal mortal would have had hemorrhoids hanging halfway down their leg and as raw as a cat at rush hour. Not Bill, he was going home to contact the people at Guinness. needless to say I am grateful that I am in somewhat better shape these days since I didn't have to follow Bill.

Next story may be on why, when taking care of someone else's hyperactive dog in your house that you don't feed it beer, or is it considered "Baiting" for cougars if you are walking your dog without a lease at Shevlin? I saw fresh cougar tracks in the park two weeks ago. And speaking of Bush, I'm for more of it. The more time I spend in Bush the better, I'm thinking of getting Bush in my back yard, various colors and some neatly trimmed, some wild and growing half way up the house and some without any leaves at all, a bald Bush. happiness is more Bush.

I bought a new car so now I don't have to run any more, I am also thinking about taking up smoking. I am also hoping to gain some weight so I can break the 125lb mark.

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