So, the Jerseys are in. See below (first post) for a rough idea of what graphic wise will be on them. We also have T-Shirts and they look pretty sweet in a standard white and forest green. While the jerseys are more expensive ($28) the t-shirts are a steal at ($14). Help represent a club that stands against the overly-dominating mammoth sized running clubs.
Contact me or leave a comment here with interest and we'll hook you up with a jersey, t-shirt, or both.
Bryan
Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Advice Column: How to Handle the Runs on the Run
Yesterday I was cruising through the endowment lands in the right coined "beautiful" British Columbia when I began to feel light to moderate tremors rumbling through the fault lines in my gut. That's right the epicenter was about to be my butt. Before I could make any plans like a drunk in a confessional, it all came out--right into the running shorts. Fortunately me my father was an Eagle scout and somehow endowed me, via genetics, with the Jack Bauer-like skills.
I took the key from my running pocket. Hopped into some of the bushes. Took off my running shorts--they were covered. That's right, I was naked--other than running shoes and a shirt. Using my key I cut the inner liner out of my running shorts thus taking care of most of the excrement. Fortunately it had been raining so I found a leaf that had collected a decent amount of water (this is while I finishing the #2). I dumped the water on the portion of my dirted shorts. Then found some thick moss and scrubbed the poop from the shorts. Then, naturally (no pun), I wiped the douce from the caboose with more of the same moss and went on my run... just without the inner liner. Though I felt a bit gritty and free-flowing (if you catch the drift) it ended up being a decent run, even with the runs.
So, here's the proof that when running up a hill and feeling a potential spill it doesn't have to spell dumps-asster.
Pardon all the grossness.
I took the key from my running pocket. Hopped into some of the bushes. Took off my running shorts--they were covered. That's right, I was naked--other than running shoes and a shirt. Using my key I cut the inner liner out of my running shorts thus taking care of most of the excrement. Fortunately it had been raining so I found a leaf that had collected a decent amount of water (this is while I finishing the #2). I dumped the water on the portion of my dirted shorts. Then found some thick moss and scrubbed the poop from the shorts. Then, naturally (no pun), I wiped the douce from the caboose with more of the same moss and went on my run... just without the inner liner. Though I felt a bit gritty and free-flowing (if you catch the drift) it ended up being a decent run, even with the runs.
So, here's the proof that when running up a hill and feeling a potential spill it doesn't have to spell dumps-asster.
Pardon all the grossness.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Where Everything Starts

We are a new running team in the Pacific Northwest (Washington, B.C.), just setting down roots (haven't even had a debut race yet). Here's a preliminary graphic for the jerseys and tees that'll be coming out soon. Look for the logo as it passes you on the 11th mile of a half marathon, or the 17th lap of a 10k.
If you are interested in joining contact me, or make a comment at the end of this post with a list of times. Of course we're not about to take ourselves too seriously, so membership isn't based upon PR's, just interested in running history. Until then, run well.
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