The Ode to Galen Rupp

Jed Clampett and Ellie May wrote:

Come and listen to a story 'bout a quitter named Rupp,

He's not a 2:06 guy he's a 2:09 and up,

Then one day he was racing in the rain,

Boston whipped his butt as it did to old Shalane.

London? Berlin? Amsterdam? Dubai?

Well the next thing we know is he didn't win he dropped,

He looked just like what Ms. Flanagan had plopped,

Then the race began as the real fast men ran,

And Rupp was there standing just waiting for Al's van.

Chicago? The Lakeshore. Oprah. Gun Violence.

Yuki Kawauchi really took ol' Rupp to task,

Even when Al Sal had provided him a mask,

We know it's not his shoes that we all would like to wear,

Cause when the pack did make its move Rupp was standing there.

Yuki! The man! The winner! Our hero!

This should be quote of the day. Rojo can't say no after the Jordan thing.

Rupp does nothing for me, but it's not healthy for you to have so much vested in wanting him to fail. Today's failure is a temporary setback, and another step forward towards his next 20 successes.

Naw. He gets a pass here, and Im not a huge supporter of NOP

But everyone got their arses whipped, and he is asthmatic. It's a throw away race for him.

The big question is: What's next? And it better be Berlin !

Give Desi some love wrote:

Need a catchy tune about Desi, today's other hero.

(what rhymes with 'thunder thighs'?)

Do the song to Bette Davis eyes.

She’s got Desi Linden’s thighs.

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She runs for Hanson Bros

Her hip width a surprise

Her hands are never cold

She's got Desi Linden thighs

She'll turn the heat on oh!

You won't have to think twice

She's pure don't need no EPO

She got Desi Linden thighs

And she'll tease you, she'll unease you

All the better just to please you

She's not precocious, and she knows just what it

Takes to make Shalane flush

She ain't like Goucher when she cries,

She's got Desi Linden thighs

Excellent!!!!

Give Desi some love wrote:

Need a catchy tune about Desi, today's other hero.

(what rhymes with 'thunder thighs'?)

Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder

She was caught

In the middle of a running pack

She looked round

Shalene said there's no turning back

Her mind raced

She thought what could she do?

And she knew

There was no help, no help from you

Sound of the drums

Beating in her big heart

The thunder of her guns

Tore them apart

You've been

Thunderstruck

Rode down the highway

Broke the limit, she hit the town

Went through to Boston, Boylston at last, and she had some fun!

She beat some girls

Some girls who have some good times

Broke all the hills

Payed all the dues

Yeah yeah she, she, she blew our minds!

And she was shaking at the knees

Could she run again please?

Put the wreath on her head!

You've been

Thunderstruck

She was shaking at the knees

Could she come again please?

Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck

It's alright, we're doin' fine

It's alright, put the wreath on her head

Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck

Thunderstruck, Desi, Desi

Thunderstruck, you've been Thunderstruck

Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck

You've been Thunderstruck

Jed Clampett and Ellie May wrote:

Come and listen to a story 'bout a quitter named Rupp,

He's not a 2:06 guy he's a 2:09 and up,

Then one day he was racing in the rain,

Boston whipped his butt as it did to old Shalane.

London? Berlin? Amsterdam? Dubai?

Well the next thing we know is he didn't win he dropped,

He looked just like what Ms. Flanagan had plopped,

Then the race began as the real fast men ran,

And Rupp was there standing just waiting for Al's van.

Chicago? The Lakeshore. Oprah. Gun Violence.

Yuki Kawauchi really took ol' Rupp to task,

Even when Al Sal had provided him a mask,

We know it's not his shoes that we all would like to wear,

Cause when the pack did make its move Rupp was standing there.

Yuki! The man! The winner! Our hero!

Pure genius creativity! Love it! Nice work!

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Scorpion_runner wrote:

Naw. He gets a pass here, and Im not a huge supporter of NOP

But everyone got their arses whipped, and he is asthmatic. It's a throw away race for him.

The big question is: What's next? And it better be Berlin !

Reasonable post from you on Rupp I like it

I do think he should try another marathon soon though or at least a half before Berlin

Beautiful.

Ode to Desi wrote:

She runs for Hanson Bros

Her hip width a surprise

Her hands are never cold

She's got Desi Linden thighs

She'll turn the heat on oh!

You won't have to think twice

She's pure don't need no EPO

She got Desi Linden thighs

And she'll tease you, she'll unease you

All the better just to please you

She's not precocious, and she knows just what it

Takes to make Shalane flush

She ain't like Goucher when she cries,

She's got Desi Linden thighs

Excellent!!!

Please guys prepare an ode about Bekele or Mo if they do really bad tomorrow. Bekele would just be hilarious because of what he said (would show that his statements about "80%, 90%, top shape" don't mean a thing), and Mo because it would show that he is a one trick sit and kick phony who can do nothing when the real big guys run fast.

I think he's a 2:07 guy.

2:04.

It seems Rupp's body doesn't

like the runners high.

We need to get him to one of them

European sports psychiatrists, and quick.

someone please write the last verse

// chorus //

My nuun's gone cold I'm wondering why I left the Air BnB at all

The Boston rain soaks up my poncho and I can't see at all

Even if I could, it'd all be gray with your poster on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

// verse 1 //

Dear Rupp, I DMed you, but you still ain't responding

I left my IG, my twitter, and my email at the bottom

I sent two DMs back in autumn, you must not've got 'em

There probably was a problem with spam or something

Sometimes my s--ts gets flagged as offensive when I post 'em

But anyways, f--- it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?

My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm about to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?

I'mma name her Emmie

I read about your coach Alsal too, I'm sorry

I had a coach who doped me for results when I couldnt get 'em

I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan

I even got the underground flo vids from you at Oregon

I got a folder full of your pictures and memes man

I liked the s--t you ran at central catholic, that s--t was fast

Anyways, I hope you get this man

Hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is stan

// chorus //

// verse 2 //

Dear Rupp, you still ain't DMed me back, I hope you have a chance

I ain't mad, I just think it's f--ked up you don't finish races for fans

If you didn't want to talk to me after Boston, you didn't have to

But you could've finished the race for Matthew

That's my little brother man, he's only 6 years old

We waited in the pouring rain for you for four hours and you just no-showed

That's pretty s--tty man, you're like his f--king idol

He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to

Remember when I met you in Rio, you said if I follow you, you would follow back

See I'm just like you in a way

I never realized my potential neither

My coach used to inject me with supplements under the bleacher

I can relate to what Al's saying on your IG

So when I have a s--tty run, I drift back and scoll indefinitely

'Cause I don't really got s--t else so that s--t helps when I'm depressed

I even got a tattoo of the NOP logo across the chest

Sometimes I even choke myself with my resistance bands

I start to black out and it's like you're cheering in the stands

See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it

My coach's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7

But he don't know you like I know you Rupp, no one does

He don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man

I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose

Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too

// chorus //

Her name is Jordan

I have a dream about her

She's my jail warden

I got yard time in half an hour

Oh, how she rocks

In NOP gear and Nike socks

But she doesn't know who I am

And she doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a Letsrun dirtbag baby

Yeah, I'm just a Letsrun dirtbag baby

Come do some Yasso 800's maybe with me

AlSal's a dick

And he brings Andro to school (meets)

And he'd simply kick

My ass if he knew the truth

He lives in Beaverton

And makes sure the TUEs are clean again

But he doesn't know who I am

And he doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a Letsrun dirtbag baby

Yeah, I'm just a Letsrun dirtbag baby

Come do some Yasso 800's maybe with me

Round of applause for that fine effort Mr Hungus ? better than the no clean sub 13 thread.