declarations to the world
The Seeds are happily ensconced at the corner table at Pizza Luce in downtown Duluth. We're riddled with hubris and feeling fine. A list of declarations to the world, in no particular order:
Dangerous Dave, captain in absentia and blogger extraordinaire, deserves our thanks for his support throughout today's race. And thanks also to Henry for his enthusiastic cheering. Or crying. It was hard to tell.
Hastings boys, you're going to have to do double-duty next year to earn a spot on the team. The Bad Seeds are under new ownership. Send a humble postcard to Lambrusco to express contrition, congratulations, etc.
The 2006 Bad Seeds had the want-to. Say no more.
A big muddy thankyou shoutout to the Griebels, generous lenders of the Seedmobile.
Pigtails are hot.
Preliminary race stats: unofficial watch time was 7:41:42; average pace somewhere around 7:15 per mile. Full spreadsheet results to be posted later.
Score mega karma points: The Bad Seeds were momentarily good. Mid-race, a runner from a competing team strayed from the course. The Seeds sprang into action and drove out of their way to fetch the lost soul, endangering the accuracy of the race odometer.
Bulldog whisperer: Carole saved the team---and perhaps the Fitz as a whole---from a savage bulldog intent on ravaging helpless runners. The fierce beast was roaming the course, bothering runners and trotting around. Carole put on her game face, went head-to-head with the animal, and came out on top. Exit bulldog with tail firmly between legs. Universal acclaim granted to Carole. Yeah.
More later on Claus, the not-Guyanian runner from Germany, physician, Fitz veteran, and paper-jacket model. We met him on Friday night at Do North in Two Harbors.
Mid-race, Molly bought a house.
Watch a hood near you for the premiere flashing of the new Bad Seeds team sign.
A word about palatial lodgings: ours were not. But the Inn at BB did the job, trashy double-wide aesthetic aside. Britney and K-Fed approved. On the plus side: no rats or roaches, and location location location. On the minus side: smoking, crunchy carpet, inexplicable stains. Rich slept in his polar fleece. Next year? We're holding out for a Seed with a sweet lakeside cabin.
The Forethought Award goes to Clem for bringing an extra pillow. Congrats, and sleep soundly, Clem.
The Spirit Award is a deadlock tie between Rich and Carole. Rah rah. Be aggressive, B-E aggressive.
Thanks to Karen, long-time Friend of Seeds, and vintage clothing store Obscuriosities, for providing changing rooms and goodwill.
The Technology Award is an unprecedent three-way tie: Steve, for his spreadsheeting, and Carole, for her mobile blogging support, and Molly, the Garminator.
The Hustle Award goes to each and every Bad Seed. Well done, Seeds. I can't stress this enough. Well done.
The Hustler Award goes to the three creepy dudes from the northwoods drug deal gone wrong who then tried to pick up Molly. Cleverly, she just ran away.
The Skin Award goes to Scott and Clem for running in varying degrees of undress.
Dangerous Dave, captain in absentia and blogger extraordinaire, deserves our thanks for his support throughout today's race. And thanks also to Henry for his enthusiastic cheering. Or crying. It was hard to tell.
Hastings boys, you're going to have to do double-duty next year to earn a spot on the team. The Bad Seeds are under new ownership. Send a humble postcard to Lambrusco to express contrition, congratulations, etc.
The 2006 Bad Seeds had the want-to. Say no more.
A big muddy thankyou shoutout to the Griebels, generous lenders of the Seedmobile.
Pigtails are hot.
Preliminary race stats: unofficial watch time was 7:41:42; average pace somewhere around 7:15 per mile. Full spreadsheet results to be posted later.
Score mega karma points: The Bad Seeds were momentarily good. Mid-race, a runner from a competing team strayed from the course. The Seeds sprang into action and drove out of their way to fetch the lost soul, endangering the accuracy of the race odometer.
Bulldog whisperer: Carole saved the team---and perhaps the Fitz as a whole---from a savage bulldog intent on ravaging helpless runners. The fierce beast was roaming the course, bothering runners and trotting around. Carole put on her game face, went head-to-head with the animal, and came out on top. Exit bulldog with tail firmly between legs. Universal acclaim granted to Carole. Yeah.
More later on Claus, the not-Guyanian runner from Germany, physician, Fitz veteran, and paper-jacket model. We met him on Friday night at Do North in Two Harbors.
Mid-race, Molly bought a house.
Watch a hood near you for the premiere flashing of the new Bad Seeds team sign.
A word about palatial lodgings: ours were not. But the Inn at BB did the job, trashy double-wide aesthetic aside. Britney and K-Fed approved. On the plus side: no rats or roaches, and location location location. On the minus side: smoking, crunchy carpet, inexplicable stains. Rich slept in his polar fleece. Next year? We're holding out for a Seed with a sweet lakeside cabin.
The Forethought Award goes to Clem for bringing an extra pillow. Congrats, and sleep soundly, Clem.
The Spirit Award is a deadlock tie between Rich and Carole. Rah rah. Be aggressive, B-E aggressive.
Thanks to Karen, long-time Friend of Seeds, and vintage clothing store Obscuriosities, for providing changing rooms and goodwill.
The Technology Award is an unprecedent three-way tie: Steve, for his spreadsheeting, and Carole, for her mobile blogging support, and Molly, the Garminator.
The Hustle Award goes to each and every Bad Seed. Well done, Seeds. I can't stress this enough. Well done.
The Hustler Award goes to the three creepy dudes from the northwoods drug deal gone wrong who then tried to pick up Molly. Cleverly, she just ran away.
The Skin Award goes to Scott and Clem for running in varying degrees of undress.
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