10. PROMOTE THE HELL OUT OF YOURSELF!
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10. PROMOTE THE HELL OUT OF YOURSELF!
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What is his marathon PR?
I think he has the base, perhaps he should do some speedwork and find out if high milage helps!
I heard that he didn't actually turn down this hussy the night of his birthday. Instead, running was as escape from his guilt. But perhaps the means justifies the ends for this popular distance icon?
My fav...ran the only marathon ever in the north pole...and came in second!
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pick odd ball events that world class runners wouldn't bother with.
Deano's pond is probably a puddle, or maybe a form fitting bowl.
small, small pond wrote:
Deano's pond is probably a puddle, or maybe a form fitting bowl.
Does anyone else get the distinct impression that a lot of what the guy says is bs? After seeing him on Conan, and reading the recent article in 'outside' magazine, I just don't believe some of his stories. On Conan he was talking about how he ordered chinese food and pizza while he was running during his 50 in 50 thing. Come on, 26 miles, even at his pace, isn't taking more than 4.5 hours... the ordering food thing is ridiculous. Further, he's talking about how he gets 4 hours of sleep per night, etc. etc. Seems pretty outrageous.
I wondered the same thing when I read his book. I was wondering if he just bought a bunch of bunion stories from Newman.
DEAN KARNAZES WAS SLOBBERING DRUNK. IT WAS HIS 30TH BIRTHDAY, and he'd started with beer and moved on to tequila shots at a bar near his home in San Francisco. Now, after midnight, an attractive young woman – not his wife – was hitting on him. This was not the life he'd imagined for himself. He was a corporate hack desperately running the rat race. The company had just bought him a new Lexus. He wanted to vomit. Karnazes resisted the urge and, instead, slipped out the bar's back door and walked the few blocks to his house. On the back porch, he found an old pair of sneakers. He stripped down to his T-shirt and underwear, laced up the shoes, and started running. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
He sobered up in Daly City, about 15 miles south.
Just like Forest Gump.
DEAN KARNAZES WAS SLOBBERING DRUNK. IT WAS HIS 30TH BIRTHDAY, and he'd started with beer and moved on to tequila shots at a bar near his home in San Francisco. Now, after midnight, an attractive young woman – not his wife – was hitting on him. Dean's beer gogglesThis was not the life he'd imagined for himself. He was a corporate hack desperately running the rat race. The company had just bought him a new Lexus. He wanted to vomit. Karnazes resisted the urge and, instead, slipped out the bar's back door and walked the few blocks to his house. On the back porch, he found an old pair of sneakers. He stripped down to his T-shirt and underwear, laced up the shoes, and started running. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He sobered up in Daly City, about 15 miles south.
Just like Forest Gump.
Except Gump would have tagged the chick first.
I call BS from the begining. If you start a run when you are pretty much slobbering drunk its going to take alot more than 15 miles. Even at Dean's pace its like 2-2.5 hours. You'd still be housed, running is not going to help your liver metabloize the alcahol that much faster. Starting a run when you are drunk is no fun, you feel even worse when you are done. Then you go home and sleep for the next 12 hours. A better story would be he got so bombed he missed work the next day. He woke up at 1 and realized what a nice day was with all the other bozos being at work its real peaceful in the niehborhood. I think I'll go for a run. He stopped at 6 when it got dark 26.2 miles from his house somewhere outside of SF.
Pamela Anderson's Left Nipple wrote:
DEAN KARNAZES WAS SLOBBERING DRUNK. IT WAS HIS 30TH BIRTHDAY, and he'd started with beer and moved on to tequila shots at a bar near his home in San Francisco. Now, after midnight, an attractive young woman – not his wife – was hitting on him. Dean's beer gogglesThis was not the life he'd imagined for himself. He was a corporate hack desperately running the rat race. The company had just bought him a new Lexus. He wanted to vomit. Karnazes resisted the urge and, instead, slipped out the bar's back door and walked the few blocks to his house. On the back porch, he found an old pair of sneakers. He stripped down to his T-shirt and underwear, laced up the shoes, and started running. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He sobered up in Daly City, about 15 miles south.
Just like Forest Gump.
1. BE AUDACIOUS
... in 1995 Karnazes entered a 199-mile relay race – by himself. He competed against eight teams of 12 and finished eighth.
That is the POST OF THE YEAR! LMAO!
holy sheeeyat wrote:
That is the POST OF THE YEAR! LMAO!
While mildly entertaining, it was mostly lame. But he is right- Dean is a joker.
Too close to home perhaps? This is f***ing hilarious.
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Dean who?