Evan Jager, King Ches, Ryan Hill, Levins, Jenkins, and Lomong all to clash in Millrose 3k - Who you got?

Yawn. G. Dibaba has this race in the bag.

Gold - Edward Cheserek

Silver - Evan Jager

Bronze - Lopez Lomong

Never bet against the King.

A lot of training materials including many training programs and logs for the best athletes in the world:

http://tinyurl.com/mkvfuyf

It will be down to Hill and Jager for the win. Hill is just so good at this distance and has a deadly kick. Jager proved last season that he's on another level. Pretty deep field when those other guys will just be also-rans.

On another note. Aside from some occasional blazes of glory, I really miss seeing Cam Levins doin' work week in and week out like he used to. I feel he probably did his best when he was doing his own thing with the super mileage and whatnot, but you can't blame him for giving it up to join such a powerful machine like NOP.

He's ollllld. wrote:

"Finally will get a proper test against competition at and probably beyond his level."

- do you mean like the penn relays or that 1500 this last summer? We're those "proper tests"?

Penn Relays was...silly. Ches raced stupid there, and turned the race into more or less what an 800? 600? Can't remember. He got justly destroyed for running a dumb race tactically.

The 1500 I missed, had to go look that one up. Personally, I think given the timing of that race in early/mid summer it's hard to know where Ches's fitness was at that point. Certainly wasn't ready for the competition there, and there were a few solid names in there.

King Ches. just split a 3.55 mile never bet against the King yeah GO DUCKS

(Disclaimer: Unless he's at Penn)

Remember that one time that Chelimo spanked Jenkins and Hill and then couldn't get in the Millrose Games despite pleading on Twitter.

#FreeChelimo

I grew up in Northeast Ohio and around there, exists a place called Quaker Steak & Lube. They have the most ungodly spicy hotwings ever created by man. You literally have to sign a disclaimer before you are served them, because they can easily blister your mouth when you eat them. Me, being the hardass that I am, happily sign the waiver and proceed to chomp down 6 of these wings. I get my name up on the wall for having done it, and leave the place in pain, but feeling proud.

The next morning I decide to go for my morning 5 mile run along Mayfield Rd. (some of you in the cleveland area may know where this is). Its a well traveled area, lots of cars most of the day driving along. Residences with front lawns, trees etc.... your typical suburban setting. Well I get the familiar gotta sh!t real bad stirring in my abdomen about halfway into the run, and its an out and back run, so I'm not that close to home. It didn't seem too bad initially so I just kept running, and thought I'd make it just fine. Well those nuclear hotwings from the night before had a different idea. I swear the next tenth of a mile was out of a science fiction movie. The wings moved through me like a f***ing bullet train through the Chunnel and I knew I wasn't going to make it. I stop to walk, and look for a place to hide and let loose, but the particular area I was in just had houses with big front lawns and no particular landscaping. At this point, the alien in my a$s was sprinting for the finish line, and it was so bad, I couldn't even move, lest I sh!t myself right there on the sidewalk in front of a hundred soccer moms sipping their morning lattes. I shuffle step onto the lawn of a particular house in a feeble attempt to make it to the bushes directly in front of their house, but it was too late. Feeling the overspiced rocket of mud in my a$s about to burst forth, I quickly and frantically pull down my running shorts to clear the path. I was about a half second too slow, as I do this the sh!t blows out of my a$s, into my shorts which are now around my ankles, all over my hands, running watch, and forearms, and some onto the front lawn of this house.

So here I am, 9am, people driving by, slowing down, honking with a shocked and disgusted look on their face.....and I'm standing in the middle of someone's front lawn with nothing on me except my sh!t riddled running shorts.

Thank god I had a t-shirt on that morning because it was my only saving grace. I leave the shorts in the middle of the lawn, take off my t-shirt so that I'm now standing completely butt a$s naked in front of probably a hundred commuters as I wipe my liquid sh!t off my own hands and arms with my t-shirt. Now, I have to get home. So I tie the sh!t stained t-shirt around myself like a loincloth from hell, and f***ing TAKE OFF. I swear to god I ran the last two miles back home faster than Daniel Komen on cocaine.

I didn't bother to return to the house later to clean up the little present I left in the dead center of their yard, I was WAY too embarrassed. I didn't run that route for about a month afterwards. I don't know if all that qualifies as immature or not, but there really was nothing I could do. Thankfully I live a far far way from there now, and I will never eat those god awful wings at Quaker Steak and Lube again.

When Jager did the 3:32 high I think Hill finished about 5 seconds behind. I am not seeing that time reducing as the distance doubles.

Maybe a BTC sweep? Jager, Lomong and Hill.

You could have Jager do a water jump in the outside lane and I would still pick him to finish in the top three.

Ches's 1600 dmr anchor:

http://youtu.be/oHg5SJYRHA0

So.. Does that mean you got levins?