tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post4079875365559298333..comments2024-03-27T23:16:24.158-05:00Comments on Confessions of a Reforming Geek: Dearest Runner...ReformingGeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990465686765948682noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-53803984528718583152009-03-01T14:46:00.000-06:002009-03-01T14:46:00.000-06:00@Dana - Those things happen when you're old whethe...@Dana - Those things happen when you're old whether you run or not. ;-)<BR/><BR/>@erv - Welcome! Please don't let the craziness run you off!ReformingGeekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17990465686765948682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-50741483372867114582009-03-01T14:37:00.000-06:002009-03-01T14:37:00.000-06:00This is the first time I've read your blog. Look f...This is the first time I've read your blog. Look forward to reading more.ervhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06860444904267115974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-91024603742000459902009-02-28T20:36:00.000-06:002009-02-28T20:36:00.000-06:00I have never ran. Not even when that bull was cha...I have never ran. Not even when that bull was chasing me. Running jars your joints and when you're old, you'll be paying for it with arthritis, pain and hip replacements.<BR/><BR/>As for your running clothes and why they look like that, here's the story:<BR/><BR/>You came in first, but everyone ran OVER your body in their attempt to come in second. And no one will believe you, because you're, well, dead. But we have the photo for proof!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-39105174459453324442009-02-28T18:28:00.000-06:002009-02-28T18:28:00.000-06:00@Marissa - No telling who else may want to share "...@Marissa - No telling who else may want to share "the inheritance". <BR/><BR/>@Jean - Been here all my life!ReformingGeekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17990465686765948682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-10839085102723674102009-02-28T18:03:00.000-06:002009-02-28T18:03:00.000-06:00you live in Texas?kewlyou live in Texas?<BR/><BR/>kewlJean Kneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16044899838339645790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-15803874133749687642009-02-28T12:27:00.000-06:002009-02-28T12:27:00.000-06:00Heheheh. What cracks me up about the email is how ...Heheheh. What cracks me up about the email is how we're implored to never "betray" Miss Sarah. What? So, the "house girl" is a package deal? Forget it. I already have a teenage daughter who lounges around all day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-84284727916539307712009-02-28T11:12:00.000-06:002009-02-28T11:12:00.000-06:00@Quirky - Thank you. I'm back from the race and s...@Quirky - Thank you. I'm back from the race and starting to thaw out. It was about 32 degrees with a gusty north wind. I feel like that photo, though.<BR/><BR/>On my way to check your blog, girlfriend!<BR/><BR/>@Tracy - Yeah. We are warped. Hope you had a good snooze this morning while I was freezing all my body parts off.<BR/><BR/>@Queen-size - I feel like a pancake.<BR/><BR/>@dizzblnd - Maybe I should say I'm glad I wasn't flattened by any of the other runners.<BR/><BR/>@Marissa - That's a good guess. Actually, the pants were not backwards. I was in a very silly mood! Please don't fall for the scams!ReformingGeekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17990465686765948682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-65085089038204020792009-02-28T09:45:00.000-06:002009-02-28T09:45:00.000-06:00That's funny, I thought the shoes were on right, b...That's funny, I thought the shoes were on right, but the pants were on backwards. (This could be one of those IQ tests and I failed. And I also thought that email was legitimate.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-36847000733112851812009-02-28T08:39:00.000-06:002009-02-28T08:39:00.000-06:00Good luck! I am sure you will do well after someo...Good luck! I am sure you will do well after someone takes an air compressor to you! You look like Wile E Coyote after his ever failing attempts to get the Roadrunner. This time, the Acme Steam roller was in reverse and you were standing behind itAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14869448149679702821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-62053614092587629312009-02-28T08:31:00.000-06:002009-02-28T08:31:00.000-06:00huff and puffhuff and puffhuff and puffOkay Reffie...huff and puff<BR/>huff and puff<BR/>huff and puff<BR/><BR/>Okay Reffie now that you're donw with that...I left you something at my blog.<BR/><BR/>(I know, I know I won't leave you alone with these awards and such...but you're my blog-bud...what can I say?)<BR/><BR/>Just smile through your clenched teeth and accept it, k?<BR/><BR/>LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-61253909170602978092009-02-27T22:26:00.000-06:002009-02-27T22:26:00.000-06:00Flat as a pancake.Flat as a pancake.Queen-Size funny bonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14134308455271808356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-41347420045931806812009-02-27T21:12:00.000-06:002009-02-27T21:12:00.000-06:00Now, see, I do not understand people who run just ...Now, see, I do not understand people who run just because. Why do that to yourself? You're getting up before the buttcrack of dawn to run?<BR/>Well, I guess goodluck on your running. I'll be sleeping, warm and cozy.Tracy Rambles On And Onhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16928404796336909746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3287878009139006493.post-86841087645148190692009-02-27T20:53:00.000-06:002009-02-27T20:53:00.000-06:00Hey Reffie good luck on your marathon!She's IRONGE...Hey Reffie good luck on your marathon!<BR/><BR/>She's IRONGEEK!<BR/><BR/>Go! Go! Go!<BR/><BR/>Run Reffie run!<BR/>See Reffie run.<BR/><BR/>LOL! Sending good run vibes your way!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com