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Doomed Records...
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Wednesday, 15 May 2013 01:10
Blaine Triathlon Preview - MTN congratulates the organizers of the Blaine Triathlon on the success of their inaugural race in 2012. This year
Weekend Stuff...
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Sunday, 12 May 2013 02:10
RUTHER NEWS - It's quiz time. Here's your question: What is a Mallorca?
A. A Mediterranean fish
B. The silly pants worn by bull fighters.
C. A cool island that is part of Spain.
D. The Spanish version of the Latvian term, "Kavorka," meaning male irresistability. (Kramer had "The Kavorka.")
The answer is C. Mallorca, or "Majorca," is pronounced "My-Yorka," and is a popular tourist destination. It is a large Mediterranean island off the eastern coast of Spain. It is the site of a popular 70.3 race, appropriately named Ironman 70.3 Mallorca. This year's event was staged last Saturday and Rochester's Ruth Brennan Morrey, Minnesota's Female Triathlete of the Year in 2012, was...
Booger Winter....
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Saturday, 11 May 2013 03:10
(Photo - Tom Couillard and a totally cool bike.)
Oakdale Duathlon - The winter of 2013 is hanging on like a tenacious booger. You know, the kind that won't let go of your finger no matter how fast you shake it or how many times you try to flick it off. Finally, you're forced to wipe it on something. So if you get tenacious boogs we suggest that you carry Kleenex. That way you won't have to wipe them on clothing or furniture or under your car seat.
We digress.
The morning of May 11 was pretty to look at, but thanks to the extended "Booger Winter,"it didn't feel so good. Temps were in the low 40s, but the 20+ mph winds made it feel much colder.
The Dirt In Front of Him...
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Saturday, 11 May 2013 01:10
By Bonnie Fortitude
I sipped my coffee in smooth satisfaction as the sweet smell of roasted, chocolate covered hazelnuts billowed up against my nostrils. Life was good. Like a gentle hammer, I set my cup down on my cubicle desk and picked up the list I had just finished compiling. In my hand, I held 2013 like a prized ribbon. I paused for one last satisfied glance at my race schedule then rose from my chair to pin it to the fabricated wall. Pain flooded over my knee cap, reminding me that not everything is in my control.
Last fall I celebrated a great training and racing season with a solid bike ride. It was one of those days where the wind threatened to snatch the roof tops right off the houses. Being slightly demented, I was enjoying the agony as I cranked down hard on the pedals, pushing my way home. But I made one mistake. I locked my knees while in a standing position, riding as hard as I could into the...
