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one fine day

Superb weather for the weekend- pretty much uncharacteristic late May stuff in Oklahoma with low humidity and cool, sunny temps. On Sunday Jordan, Meagan, and yo headed to the Oklahoma River to investigate the scene at the Boathouse International Triathlon. There was elite competition on Saturday but Sunday featured the amateur race. We saw Trey Vernon finish in first, but the results indicate a different guy winning which is kind of the downfall of a race with staggered starts and circuit courses for all three disciplines, making it pretty easy for someone to skip a lap or just have a hard time keeping tabs on your competitors. The "long" run was sort of a start and stop affair because we were kind of confused as to how to get around the place and we wanted to stop and at least see how the thing was playing out.
I didn't get to see the state track meet but it seemed kind of slow and other than the freshman girl from Norman winning the 3200 and getting 2nd in the 1600, there was little fanfair surrounding the distance events. The times seem pretty pedestrian and while I don't doubt that it's not vastly different than previous years, I think there is a definite lack of 2 or 3 studs up front that at least make the times rank better with the rest of the country. I offer no excuse for 5A, they are just slow and probably still have a better kick than me. The bright points are some good female sprinters( Midwest City) and field kids right now.
Next, I was excited to see the results of the Jemez Mountain 50K, although I would like to see a shout out to Durant, Oklahoma, not that stagnant cesspool known as Missoula, Montana. This just reinforces the fact that mountain chicks can run, among other things.

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