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Sit back and watch your leg muscles twitch I know a runner capable of 10km in 40 minutes but his marathon time does not equate during a training run, he stops his watch but he can run 4 x 10km races (approaching marathon distance) in 4 x 40 minutes lets give him 2 days to recover between each start so what's his overall 40km time? 40 + 40 + 40 + 40 = 2 hours and 40 minutes? no 1440 + 1440 + 1440 + 40 = 6 days and 40 minutes the distance non-sprinters run is... 800m to 500mi from 3rd September 2007 the new bus service from Leeds (Park Row) will get you to the Leeds City Athletic Club's Tuesday and Thursday night training sessions the bus departs Park Row at 17:50 it arrives at the stadium at 18:02 in good time for the 18:30 start young and old athletes will be safely delivered in time oh, but - then they and we all walk home after the 21:00 session finish ran Manchester in 2000 did my best time learned today that its back on oh, but! http://www.cityofmanchestermarathon.com got an invitation to run a canal towpath marathon it's going to be flat it's going to be measured it might even be certified so what makes it different from a road race? I'd have to watch my feet missed the start of tomorrow's race went on-line yesterday to find the name of the race found it, then realized I had been invited to run it with my own support team to arrange transport and accommodation wont be there now... only because I heard 15 miles, and declined http://www.strathavenstriders.co.uk/ultra.htm knew today's run was going to be bad sailed through halfway though kept going, but ran out of legs with 5 miles to go walked to the next down, then jogged in within the last mile imagined my death imagined seeing mother and my sister and my best friend from the eighties and a highschool friend who died in a motor crash and a juniorschool girl who committed suicide .........whoa! never had these thoughts before After one hundred years, the man awoke: his beard was white, his eyesight poor, his clothing out of style. While he had slept, his heart had not, and his voice was not heard, but he knew he would emerge to use his voice one day. For many years he had known the music a book inspired. So powerful was the sound that a good man he had known was overcome on hearing it. His generation named the music after the year it anticipated in pictures, and that is how the man became aware of its greatness. He met a youthful spirit who spoke well of its great author. His anticipation was heightened, not least from having seen new copies of the book, or more because he knew its reading would break the stillness of his world, but most because he had to wait until one important task had been completed. In the great library, the shelves of books stood before him, the wind came down from high places only whispers rise unto. The man knew he would find it there. But the book slept on undisturbed. It had been there for one hundred years, while the man slept, but now his task was done, the magical year had come. Then at once the man saw it there, and it was bigger than he thought it would be. He took it down, opening it to make sure, and the book was better than he had imagined. And although he began to read it there, the day was not long enough, and the man became hungry. He went away and sat down to eat with the book, reading and eating without pause. Having feasted, the man carried the book with him, and 'though he had not carried a book so big, he carried the book proudly. He walked through wind and rain and snow, shielding it, until he reached his home. In his place of comfort, the man took a while to look at the book. Its cover was five years old, its pages a hundred and three. His fingers felt along the cracks in the yellowed pages. He continued reading, gently holding the book. The creak of dried pages sent shivers to his neck. He felt the cracks again, and shivered more, himself knowing the damage of time. But all too soon his eyelids became heavy. Something else was affecting his drowsiness. It was a fever, and although the book and he were not well acquainted, the fever and he were old enemies, and while warm in his bed, the man felt every coolness in the air. He slept at once, and in his sleep he felt no pain, but gave his pain to sleep. Woken by fever, feeling weak, needing strength, the man prepared his favourite meal, and having eaten it, he read some more. He read by day and by light at night, and slept until the fever woke him again, and he ate, and he slept, and he read some more. He laughed to the learning of truths. And then at last he was finished. Upon closing the book the man shrugged off the great weight of the reading of it. In the same shrug his shoulders were freed of the burden of fever. The springtime sun too found a new strength to shine. But thus relieved of the old book, the man was quick to take it back, to let it sleep for another hundred years. His beard had grown whiter, and he knew his voice would find words to speak, but to his surprise, he said: "look for me when I die - or just before." My home page diligently baits visiting robots, crawlers (and other bottom-feeders) a list of keywords. An important word included in this list is the word asynchronous, excepting my spelling it asnychronous. When I searched the word asnychronous to find how high my typo rated, guess what? no cigar - I don't know how many others have beaten me to its use (you may have guessed this line has since been through my functional yet neglected spell-checker). handedness hair color skin color eye color gender blood type age concentration camp number tattoos piercings plucked eyebrows nose studs distance run heart-attack epilepsy the digital difference between us but then who's counting?