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A lil sumpting

FINALLY!!!!  For the last 2 months I've been in a writing-intensive class that kept me away from blogging.  Don't worry, I did well and I haven't stopped running.
couple things going on in my running world -
Tomorrow is the RRCA Regional 8K championship here in San Angelo.  I'm "off season" but I'd still like to run well.  fingers crossed for no lightning!
I signed up for my first 50 miler - the Wild Hare in Warda Texas in November.  I've got Jason and Anne coming to run it with me and maybe a couple of folks from here in San Angelo too!
Now, I've got some spare time (no classes until July) but I can't just relax.  I'm also a numbers/rankings nerd.  My database of UFC and Bellator records is in maintenance mode so I gave myself a new project.  I'm working on a ranking schema for runners here in San Angelo.  I'm using all the results that I can find from races here in San Angelo since 2015 to figure out who the top 100 runners in the area are as well as the top 10 or 20 per age group.  Basically, it'd be cool to be able to predict the finishing order of a local race based on who's registered.  If anyone has records from anywhere other than the Pink Run, TROT races, and Road Lizards page, let me know!
I don't know how much of a post-race write up tomorrow, but I'll try and do something and put whatever pics I find up here.
Thanks for reading!
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