Monday, August 15, 2005
About Me
- Name: Vince Hemingson
- Location: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
As 2011 dawned, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was missing in my life. And no, it wasn't God, the love of a good woman or a superlative bordeaux, although my long-term prospects would probably benefit from a generous infusion of all three. After two Blogs - Boston or Bust, and Fifty in Photos --and eight hundred plus posts about first running and then photography over the past six years, I have decided to just write about whatever I want to write about. What do I want to write about now? I'm not sure. I just know that I want to write and I suspect that on a much deeper level, I need to write. So behold, the birth of, "A Man of a Certain Vintage".
Previous Posts
- Food Gooood....
- The Six O'Clock Gun Start - Emergency Vehicle Not ...
- 5:30AM - Soloist and Relay Maestros, Anthony, Patr...
- Michael, Banana Boy and Volunteer Extraordinaire
- Oh Yeah, Sure I Know What I'm Doing...
- Rachel - An Aide Station Angel
- Top of the World, Ma! Top of the World! Drenched i...
- Four Amigos - Vince's Pace Angels - Kevin, Laura, ...
- Peak Performance - 2,000 Foot Level
- Hurry Up, Kevin!
Running Links
- Club Fat Ass
- Ultimate marathon site
- Ready2Run
- Lose Weight with Scooter!
- The Bloggling Joggler
- The Ironman Quest...
- See Joe Run
- LoraRuns
- Running in Helsinki
- Roads, mills, laps
- Running With Lydiard
- Triathlete Magazine
- Run Injury Free with Jeff Galloway
- McMillan Running
- The Penguin Times
- Runner's World Magazine
- Running Blog Family Directory
- About.com Running and Jogging
- Heart Rate Training | Club Fat Ass
6 Comments:
Thanks, Sam.
It is always nice to know that I'm not keening away in solitude.
OUTSTANDING!!!!! Keep up the pace - and the updates...maybe one day I will
join you...and not just at the pub after...
time to get the ass in gear...now, if only I could find my keys...
Hi Vince.....
And speaking of the "beer bath", my apologies for leaving without a
word. I felt comfortable seeing double, but once I started to see
triple I had to leave the pub immediately and sit on the stoop until my buddy Dave came and dragged me back home.
Funny what happens when 58 free beer tickets are piled in front of you.
Cheers, R.
Anthony E. said...
I left the bar as soon as the beer tickets disappeared...
No, just joking, I almost passed out 2 hours earlier ;) and stayed up just enough to avoid being roped into hiking up to diamond head that night.
Now THAT would have been the stuff of legends........
Or fools (with our group it's difficult to see the difference sometimes)....
What an absolutely outstanding event with so much charm. This is a race that truly cares about the participants, the volunteers and the environment that it's set in. Hats off to everybody involved!
And congrats Vince! You've dropped a small child in weight, traded kilts in for spandex, and motivated us all to watch our heart rates from now on :)!
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I'm not even sure when I left the pub. I think I sobered up about half way through the long run Sunday morning ...
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