I have such fond memories of the Governor's Cup 5K, a race I ran every year as a youngster in my Montana hometown. This one, probably circa 1980 or '81, would have followed a predictable strategy... go like a bat outta heckfire at the gun, eventually settle into a comfortable jog, and then kick like a stubborn mule the last 200 yards into the finish chute.Man I loved the kick. Those last steps, with a crowd imagined to be something on the order of a million, transformed this little kid into a giant.
Some things never change.
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i like you
And you like me - you really, really like me - in spite of the fact that I'm clearly picking my butt in this photo. That is why this love is forever.
:) I just keep on coming back here to look at that cute little butt picker. Can't get enough of him.
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