Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Running. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Da' Jerseys

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

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.

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.