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	<title>Comments on: eagle-eyed strangers</title>
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	<description>wisdom and tripe from a lifetime runner</description>
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		<title>By: JOCKO</title>
		<link>http://www.runningland.com/2006/05/23/eagle-eyed-strangers/#comment-2851</link>
		<dc:creator>JOCKO</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 May 2006 18:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Joan, I side with you over F.S.F.  

I find myself experiencing my new favorite moment almost every other week.

But speaking solely about running, I would be lying if I said that I did not miss the emotion that flooded my body as I slipped on my jersey prior to an XC race during my freshman year at UNC.  The way in which you likened a Team to “soldiers on a battlefield” is spot on.  I have always felt that teammates (especially running teammates) have a special connection due to the large amount of time spent suffering alongside each other during daily workouts and races.  

These days, my wife is probably the only person who could inspire me to work as hard as I did in those days.  Although, I am sure that when I have children, they will inspire me in such a way as well.

A college freshman with a good group of teammates is unstoppable, at least in his/her own mind.  This is before the pragmatism sets in.  Before he/she realizes that they will not win NCAA’s.  This is when they are not scared to take some risks.  

It is a shame they cannot bottle that stuff and sell it at running stores…  I’d buy it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Joan, I side with you over F.S.F.  </p>
<p>I find myself experiencing my new favorite moment almost every other week.</p>
<p>But speaking solely about running, I would be lying if I said that I did not miss the emotion that flooded my body as I slipped on my jersey prior to an XC race during my freshman year at UNC.  The way in which you likened a Team to “soldiers on a battlefield” is spot on.  I have always felt that teammates (especially running teammates) have a special connection due to the large amount of time spent suffering alongside each other during daily workouts and races.  </p>
<p>These days, my wife is probably the only person who could inspire me to work as hard as I did in those days.  Although, I am sure that when I have children, they will inspire me in such a way as well.</p>
<p>A college freshman with a good group of teammates is unstoppable, at least in his/her own mind.  This is before the pragmatism sets in.  Before he/she realizes that they will not win NCAA’s.  This is when they are not scared to take some risks.  </p>
<p>It is a shame they cannot bottle that stuff and sell it at running stores…  I’d buy it.</p>
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		<title>By: Fat Charlie the Archangel</title>
		<link>http://www.runningland.com/2006/05/23/eagle-eyed-strangers/#comment-2850</link>
		<dc:creator>Fat Charlie the Archangel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 May 2006 16:09:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am neither fiery nor wiry - but I am still a kid, even if I'm a bald-headed kid with a face that looks like a road map of New Hampshire.

If you bashed in the side of my head with a hammer, you'd see a twelve-year-old sitting at the controls, and trying to figure out how to work them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am neither fiery nor wiry - but I am still a kid, even if I&#8217;m a bald-headed kid with a face that looks like a road map of New Hampshire.</p>
<p>If you bashed in the side of my head with a hammer, you&#8217;d see a twelve-year-old sitting at the controls, and trying to figure out how to work them.</p>
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		<title>By: Jimmy B.</title>
		<link>http://www.runningland.com/2006/05/23/eagle-eyed-strangers/#comment-2847</link>
		<dc:creator>Jimmy B.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 May 2006 15:05:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>With my kids growing up way too fast for me, I feel like I come up with "favorite time" every couple of weeks.  Then I think about how I don't have enough time to savor each "favorite" time.  Then sometimes, I see a photo, find a long lost item behind the couch, or hear a phrase, and I remember a "favorite time" that I forgot about and try to reprioritize which ones are really my "favorites".  How many can you have on your list?  A million?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>With my kids growing up way too fast for me, I feel like I come up with &#8220;favorite time&#8221; every couple of weeks.  Then I think about how I don&#8217;t have enough time to savor each &#8220;favorite&#8221; time.  Then sometimes, I see a photo, find a long lost item behind the couch, or hear a phrase, and I remember a &#8220;favorite time&#8221; that I forgot about and try to reprioritize which ones are really my &#8220;favorites&#8221;.  How many can you have on your list?  A million?</p>
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