Father's Day 5K:

On June 15, 2008 I ran in the Father's Day 5k at the Crossings park, Colonie, NY.

I finished well into the top half, but I will not post my actual race times on this blog until I am truly proud of them, as I have been constantly improving, but have nowhere near reached my full potential.

My ultimate goal is to be one of the top local 5K runners in the Capital region area of Jew York State.

One of the reasons I like to run is that at least in my area, the sport of running is not dominated by non-whites.

Some personal experiences during the race:
1) I observed some people cheating, cutting the corners of the paved trails off by kitty-cornering across the grass. White people should not behave this way, it sets a bad example for our racial brethren.

2) I have an unorthodox run/walk style of racing, I hear a famous runner named "Jeff Galloway" endorses this method although I did not learn it from him, nor do I plan on buying his books. Well anyway, I passed a pretty blond 11-year old girl about 5 times during the race, but every time I slowed to drink water she passed me.

Towards the end of the race when the finish line was in sight, there was a nigger in front of me, along with two whites. It would not bother me if a nigger well beyond my skill level beat me, but I would be devastated mentally if one at my level did. So I poured it on with everything I had left and dusted the nigger. ( and the two whites running near him ) I kept looking behind me after I passed him to see if he was going to challenge me for the finishing spot, but he was blissfully content to run the same pace he had been, so luckily I didn't have to go into heart-attack mode to stave him off. The two whites behaved likewise, some people are just like that, running a very steady pace no matter what.

The 11-year old blond white girl was a different story however. She had a very determined heart like a good white girl should and accelerated her pace to a frantic level towards the end, to the point I knew I didn't stand a chance of beating her, and she finished ahead of me. Of course many others finished ahead of me but she sticks out in my mind because of the back and forth passing we did of each other throughout the race.

I found it amusing to finish between a big-ass muscular nigger and a little young white girl. The genetic contrasts were hilariously opposing.

3) I met a nice elderly gentleman named "Bob." We are at the same skill level, but he is much older than I and so wins age-group awards almost every time he runs. He beat me by over a minute in this particular race, but I got him 6 days later in another race I may or may not report on.