Geo’s Media Blog. (Running on Empty) Rewrite

The other day I noticed that Olympian Jeff Galloway was giving out some running tips on Facebook, which brought back some memories.
Years ago, I used to do a lot of running, which began as an exercise routine, but my being the obsessive type, it soon escalated into racing.

Unfortunately, though, it is said that you’re only a jogger until you can run a 10k in under 40 minutes. So with that in mind and my 50th birthday fast approaching, I hired a world-class runner to coach me.

With Thom Hunt’s coaching and a lot of hard work on my part, just before my borthday, I ran a 38:20 in San Diego, and and on my 50th, a 38:40 in Santa Rosa, California.
Feeling like a real runner now, I decided that it was time for me to go back to my hometown of Winnipeg and run their Father’s Day half marathon. (13.1 miles)

Not only would it be fun to see family and friends, but I’d also get to run the big race with my nephew Jamie Boychuk. Jamie, who now lives in Jacksonville, where he’s the executive vice president of operations at GSX, was just a kid back then running track, not a railroad. (pictured on top with me at his home in Jacksonville and just below at “the race” some 25 years earlier in Winnipeg)

Meanwhile, as Jamie and I got ready to run the half marathon, I noticed that Olympian Jeff Galloway (pictured below) was upfront with all the other elite runners. How cool was this? After having read all of Jeff’s running books, I was very excited about actually running in a race with him.
When the gun went off, I quickly lost sight of both Jeff and Jamie, and I was praying that coach Thom was right when he claimed that the young always go out too fast.

Sure enough, at about the 2-mile marker, I spotted Jamie, and as I slowly went by, we nodded at each other. I, of course, thought that he was setting me up and had probably tucked in, right behind me, waiting for the right moment to make his move. There was no way I was going to flinch by looking around to see where he was, so instead, I picked up my pace.

I ran the whole race entirely out of my comfort zone and as we entered the University of Manitoba track for one lap, I was exhausted. (pictured above) However, expecting Jamie to blow by me any second, I hit it.
When I finally finished and looked around, no Jamie, but much to my surprise, a few minutes later, I saw Jeff Galloway finish.

I called coach Thom later that evening not only to give him my time (1:31) but to also tell him that I finish third in my division, beat nephew Jamie, and finished ahead of Jeff Galloway.
However, when I added that Jeff was probably dogging it, he said, “Well, that’s his story, yours is, you beat him.”
A line in the old song Summertime explains how it all still works.“Your Daddy’s rich and your Mama’s good lookin’, so hush little baby don’t you cry.”

I understand that back in my homeland, Trudeau is trying to make recreational marijuana legal by October in honour of my birthday. Hell, what’s the rush Dude, I don’t even partake.

I was just reading that if you want to rent a two-bedroom house in California, you need to make at least $30.92 an hour. In Florida, it takes $20.68 an hour, but if you consider living in Alabama, you can slide by on $13.72 an hour. Go Tide!

The only way to be right is by not being afraid to be wrong.

When more folks were afraid of the police, fewer died.

My new dream is to become as attractive as all the African, Russian, and Filipino women who hit me up on Facebook already say I am.

I hear that Kim Jong Un wants the McDonald’s built right next to the Trump Tower in North Korea. 

We’re all racist and prejudiced about something. The f#cking liberals, f#cking conservatives, fucking socialists, f#cking gays, f#cking rich people, f#cking welfare people, f#cking mouthy athletes, f#cking musicians, f#cking politicians, f#cking salespeople, f#cking jocks, f#cking bosses, f#cking staff, f#cking women, f#cking men, f#cking cops, f#cking post office, f#cking bums, f#cking DMV, and oh yeah, the f#cking French.

Just guessing here, but I rather doubt that it was a standing president who decided that there should be a term limit for presidents but not for Congress?

White men may not know how to jump, but they sure know how to play soccer.

Have you ever heard of a radio market where the sales department led the station into battle?

I wonder what Chuck Berry spent all that money on that he didn’t pay the musicians?

Being boring on the radio has a longer shelf life than obnoxious does.

The real purpose of Billboards is to piss off the other radio stations in town and guarantee that the sales force doesn’t have to hear, “Never heard of ya.”

How come in movies, they always leave the car door open when they get out in a hurry; women fall while running, and folks trying to escape, always go up?

Who was it and when was it decided that it would be alright for employees to take a personal call while customers were waiting in line?

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