Multisports Orange County (CA)

Steven Owen heads the Running Program for Multisports Orange County. Steven is the Manager of Fleet Feet Sports in Laguna Niguel. He's also a level I POSE Method running coach for South Orange County, California. At the Store he helps members of the running community by fitting them in the proper running shoes and attire. "As I analyze runners and put them in the proper shoe, I see a real need to explain the rudimentary approach to good posture and running mechanics. The Pose method of running helps me explain the necessity of paying attention to your body mechanics in every day running and walking." At the store Steven offers a video tape analysis of the runners gait to help fit them in the proper shoe. "Viewing the tape both in real time and frame by frame makes it much easier to show the customer their specific biomechanical needs. At the same time this analysis gives us the opportunity to suggest ways in which the customer might improve their pose in running." Steven also sets the training program and schedule for our running group including all trail running opportunities, races, and more. Email Coach Steven with any specific questions related to receiving coaching. To sign up for the program check the Program Information page for options or go directly to the On-Line Registration

Karen Masto, Kristen Thorkelson, and husband Mark Haskins all competed at the 2006 USA Triathlon Olympic Distance Nationals and World Championships Qualifier. Karen placed 23rd in 50-54 and also placed 2nd in Aquathlon in her age group which Qualifies her to compete in that event at World Championships in Switzerland. Kristen placed 25th In 35-39 and is on the list for a roll down slot to the World's. Mark placed 44th in 35-39. Full results HERE. Karen also competed at the Lifetime Fitness Triathlon (with the largest pro purse) and placed 4th in 50-54, just 40 seconds out of the top 3. Results HERE.

CARLSBAD, CA - Sunday July 8th, 2006. Several fearless MSOC athletes are at competed in the Carlsbad City Triathlon with perfect condition, blue sky and big waves. Fearless because the surf where the swim start is, is also a great surfing spot, but for a short hour this morning several hundred triathletes are battling the waves and get the first leg of the race done. First wave is an interesting mix of male and female pros plus age group 30-35 and the challenge athletes that make up a nice sized start line. First out of the water is Luke -Skywalker- Bell, Cal Half bike record holder and one of the very big names in the sport, followed by just 4 seconds behind Coach Ian Pyott, being the lucky guy of the day catching a huge wave and bodysurfing from swim rank 4 to second place. In T1 Coach Ian played his magic card "the fast transition" and taking the lead on the bike. Luke Bell dominated the bike, taking the lead over by mile 5, and opening a solid 2 minute gap on the rest of the Pro field. Coach Ian dropped back to third after the bike and had to hurry up in T2 to catch Todd Menzel on the run again and finishing second overall. The Rogers Clan had a good day in Carlsbad as youngster Tyler Rogers (age 13!!!) took impressive second place in the 19&under age group beating several 18 and 19 year old teens! Father Joel Rodgers had his hands full in the Clydsdale division with Mike McNeill who held his advantage in the water over the Mole to finish 10th with 13th and Robert "Robot" Rodgers finishing 11th in 45-49 off his new plan of "race only, train zero". First timer at this event Monica Jan, one of our newest members, earned some bragging rights out in the waves and the rest of the race, she took the challenge of this difficult race and finished strong. Full race results posted here: MEN WOMEN.

AUBURN, CA - Multisports OC Strenght & Conditioning Coach Brian MacKenzie successfully completed the grueling Western States 100 Endurance Run June 24-25, 2006. The race is a 100 mile trail run that was originally a horse race. There were 400 starters and 190 dropped out due to the brutal conditions with temperatures exceeding 100 degrees for much of the run. Brian finished 89th overall. Below is Brian's extensive report. It takes almost as long to read as it took him to run it. What else are you going to do on a 7 hour car ride home from the race to take your mind off how sore and swollen your legs are? 2006 WESTERN STATES 100 REPORT By Brian MacKenzie First and foremost none of this would have been possible if it were not for my wife Melissa, dear friend Patsy Howser, and Jeff Stein (words cannot display how grateful I am for what you did). A special thanks to Kyle, Michelle, and Dave for also doing some crewing in those obscure little aide stations in the middle of nowhere. For anyone that was watching this thing online, I knew you were there! Thank you!!! I am going to start this by giving a description of my background preceding this awesome event to give anyone who reads this an insight into where I came from. If you know it, or could do without the drama then skip down to: Friday June 23rd! I have been a competitive athlete to some degree since mom and dad put me into a swimming program at the age of 4. She had no choice as I was already too much to deal with. It was therefore the best decision my parents could have made. Unfortunately I found alcohol and drugs at the age of 10 and started a rapacious cycle that would last 13 years. I only tell you this to give you an understanding of where I came from. Key word: I! I chose my path as you choose yours, and I do not feel sorry for myself in any way shape or form. Though sometimes I am pretty selfish! Hence Ultra Running. Sports literally saved my life because each season (I played water polo and swam in high school and when one stopped the next began within a month) I would have to clean up enough to compete. Adrenalin was the affair I was having from drugs and alcohol. They did not mix and I paid for it when high school ended. 16 days before my 24th birthday I was intervened for the “God Knows” ump-teenth time. I went to my first alcoholic’s anonymous meeting on October 7th 1998. I have been sober and a member since. I am currently a trainer in Newport Beach with a deep passion for fitness in every aspect. In 2001 a gentleman by the nickname of “The Poodle”, aka, “Bo Bo The Magnificent” introduced (I like to think Forced) me to triathlon. I was so humbled by the sport and found that I had to keep having a go at the next level. I also found a new freedom in not competing with others as much, but with myself. In August of 2004 I completed Ironman Canada. This was one of my greatest experiences ever, but something was missing. In December of 2004 I read in a magazine about a dude running 100 miles. NO F#%KING way!!! How had “I” not heard of this before? Though another fellow Ironmaner friend (“Mo Mo”, aka “The Freak” who happened to get “Bo Bo” involved in triathlon, so therefore is responsible for all of this) of mine had done a 50k, and was swearing them off at the time. I had heard nothing of 100 miles. Baffled, I researched! Parts of the research include a very well written book that I could have sworn was fiction. I wouldn’t be giving you the full story if I did not tell you about Dean Karnazes, Ultramarathon Man! This freak has helped motivate me into another world. If you’ve read his book you would understand. Or you’d just think he’s nuts or lying. Read it regardless! My first introduction to ultra running happened to be “the toughest foot race in the world”, the Badwater Ultramarathon. 135 miles through Death Valley, California to Mount Whitney, California on what is predicted as the hottest week of the year (temperatures hover at 125 degrees Fahrenheit). I had the pleasure of pacing John Radich for 11hrs and crewing him for most of the race (John has shown me more about this sport than anyone will ever be able to, and he does with grace and character). If there was ever a way to go in head first this was it. The knowledge base I received just at this one event was paramount in not only ultra running but my own business. There is no way you can possibly understand what the body goes through in these types of events unless you see it first hand. Nutrition is so much and cannot be neglected at any point. I officially did my first ultra at Mount Disappointment 50k, in Wrightwood, CA in August 2005. 6hrs and 37 minutes or so with my good friend Charles Bauknecht who could have left me to the vultures, but dragged my ass up the final 5 mile climb to the finish. I qualified for Western States (States for those not in the ultra world) at “Run on the Sly 50 miler” in Placerville, CA in September 2005. That race hurt so bad, I didn’t walk right for 2 weeks. I went through the “process” for States. You must not only qualify for this race, but because of the amount of people who want to get in they have to run a lottery due to trail maintenance (which is completely understandable). In December 2005 the lottery was done in Auburn, CA. I was one of 2 people in Orange County that I knew got in. The training began! I averaged 10hrs and 19 minutes of training a week. This was not all running, but 90-95% was. 26% of my training was in my 70% range, with 19% at the 65% range. Another 23% of my training was at or above 75%. My peak week I only trained 18hrs and 11min. I stopped counting miles when I officially decided to take part of my ego out of it. I do know that my big runs during my big week were upwards of 85 miles in 4 days. This is not al that much in terms of time and distance, but I was doing some interesting stuff with my inverted treadmill, heaters, and a couple of 55lb kettlebells. Specificity! Friday, June 23rd I go through registration and weigh in. I weigh 183lbs, <5% body fat (this is very heavy for me, but I want this muscle as it will help absorb a lot of the pounding), blood pressure 122/72 (a little high, but I am nervous), pulse 80 (same thing). I then get poked, and prodded, then psychologically evaluated as I have volunteered for a medical study to see if a certain supplement can help with immune function during intense bouts of endurance (Military!). Next I was sitting at the athletes meeting outside of Squaw Valley’s Olympic Center in a very somber state. I had no idea if I truly belonged amongst these somewhat immortals of the endurance world or not. The ultra community is much different from any other group of athletes in the world in that people really are not out hear to beat you at anything. In fact most are hear to encourage you past them. To truly understand this one needs to really take part in an event like this. Patsy one of my crew, and a marathoner, found this out first hand this weekend. She admittedly said, she could have never understood “these” people without being here first hand. This is what in fact appealed to me so much about this community. I have a quote that have as part of my signature in all of my emails. Some may be tired of it, or could care less, but this SOB could sum it all up. I got this quote from a book, Joseph Campbell’s, The Power of Myth. Originally I saw it in Chris Kostman’s (Race Director of the Badwater Ultra) email and had to learn more. I have to start this entire experience with this. “The only true wisdom lives far from mankind, out in the great loneliness, and can be reached only through suffering. Privation and suffering alone open the mind to all that is hidden to others.” 4am Saturday, June 24th, day of reckoning! I arrive at Squaw Valley fed and ready to start this thing. I slept about 4.5 hours the night before and it is plenty. My crew seems to be ready as well. My wife and Patsy are what look like trying to size this thing up, and Jeff is just pumping with the constant positive energy that he portrays. I am a little nervous, but more anxious to start this race. The anticipation has been killing me. At 5am the Doc’s shotgun goes off and we are charging up the hill to escarpment (1st aide station). Within 100 yards we are walking. This year they changed the course back to the original course before the fire in Duncan Canyon so they had to take away mileage in other places. The first being 1 mile at the beginning! So what used to be a 2,550 ft 4.5 mile start was now reduced to 3.5 miles. Yes, three was a difference as Melissa and I went the original route on Thursday. Escarpment (2.5 miles) was skipped by most and rightfully so. I topped off my water bottle anyway(I carried a 16oz bottle of water, and a 16oz bottle of and electrolyte, carb drink formulated at www.infinitnutrtion.com especially for my needs. The only thing lacking is the amount of protein you can add I added 24 grams of whey protein isolate to each bottle. Yes 24 grams!). At 3.5 miles and around 1hr I reached emigrant pass (8,712ft) and I felt great even though my heart rate level was higher than I wanted. I knew my heart rate would drop after the first couple of hours as the excitement would ware off and reality (enduring) would kick in. We made our way through two snow fields on the way up to Emigrant Pass which were not to bad. As we came over the summit of the highest elevation of the day you have no choice but to realize what it is you are up against. 96.5 miles of the vast open wilderness! We encountered several more snow fields, and plenty of swamps (these are usually small creeks, but because of the amount of snow this year there is so much water that it doesn’t hold and therefore turns everything into a swamp) before making our way down and then slightly up to… Lyon’s Ridge (10.5 miles) which lie’s on top of a hill, and where I quickly filled up and took off. One of the aide station gals said I won the Vogue award for my outfit. I was camouflaged out! We then proceeded up and down steep ridges that none of the course profiles can give justice to. This was when I turned on my Ipod and tried to find the happy place. After a fairly decent switch-backed down hill we made our way into… Red Star Ridge (16 miles) is one of very few aide stations that lie at the bottom of a hill. Usually you are earning your aide. I had my first drop bag here which I kept only a zip lock bag of my solution in. I ate two quarters of bananas and I started taking my amino acid and omega 3 supplements (I would proceed to take these aminos and omegas every 3 hours). I was feeling great at this point still, and ready for the day. We then started making our way through the Duncan Canyon area. I have renamed this region “The Dead Forest”. Not 10 minutes out of Red Star did this barren wasteland bring on the heat of the day, but lacked in anything appealing. The next 8 miles took roughly 2 hrs because I did not want to blow a gasket due to the heat. It is wise to slow down in the heat and pick it up in the shade, and there is really only one way to learn this, and it isn’t easy. This region was the newly added part of the trail, and let me say that they could have kept the old course and it would have been fine with me. Finally I see a sign that reads its all down hill to the aide station (another downhill to aide). YES! I get to the … Duncan Canyon aide station is where I reach Jeff and some friends who are waiting for there runner to come in behind me. The launch an assault on me! I mean assault! They throw me in a chair, give me my smoothie (1.5 cups frozen fruit, 50 grams whey protein isolate, and water in a 14 oz bottle), pull off my hat throw a cold towel over my head, wash down my legs, and we change out my shoes and socks due to the snow and swamp fields. I am up and out in less than 5 minutes. I head out and into what looks like a forest. Shade! I walk the first 3-5 minutes to let the smoothie settle and then I am running again. I should let you know that cat and mouse has been going on with several runners since summiting Emigrant Pass. This is not a game though, as everyone encourages someone passing them to keep pushing and to keep it up. We all are going through the same things, highs and lows and every emotion you have. It is that we are all experiencing them at different times. That forest was short lived as we reached our first real creek crossing. I was running low on water and decided (after a lot of thoughts believe me) to fill my bottle with the creek water. I look at the water in the bottle after I fill it and it looks clean, but I am still hesitant. I look up at a 1200ft climb to Robinson Flat and know that I do not have enough fluids unless I take this water. I made the right choice! The climb to Robinson is pretty much done by wogging (cross between a walk and a jog) the whole way. It was not that bad, but because of the heat it will take its toll on the ill prepared. I reach… Robinson Flat (29.7 miles, medical check: weight 185 cleared) 6hrs and 46min! Not my best but this is 100 miles and I have no problem with it. This is where I meet Melissa and Patsy for the first time. They are very prepared and throw me down in almost the same manner as the first crew. I INHALE a crispy cream and a sip of Red Bull (I forgot about it after the first sip) because I see ice water next to me. I am up and out in 5 minutes. I make my way to Little Bald Mountain (another 300ft climb). Quick stat check; I’ve climbed 6,720ft and descended 5,965ft. This is about to change dramatically and I know this from not only studying the map, but running this next section (32 miles) during the training runs that Western States puts on. We head through yet another barren wasteland of dead burnt trees from some fire years prior and down, down to… Millers Defeat (34.4 miles) is properly named as my lowest points of the entire race start to occur now. I start drinking coke (maybe 3 cups), eating watermelon, and banana. I take ice into my bandana and roll it and tie it off around my neck. You have a couple of the biggest arteries in your body that lie next to your throat and by cooling those down you invariably cool yourself down. I am out in 2 minutes and have to switch to GU20 (the drink of choice for this event) because there is no drop for Millers. It is a good switch that I will make several times. The only thing is I have to take salt with the GU20 as I need more electrolytes. My solution is loaded with 439mg per serving of electrolytes in which I do not need to supplement. Next up… Dusty Corners (38 miles) is where I hit bottom, but I just happened to be hooking back up with the first crew and once again it was man handle Brian time. This time I inhaled 2 Red Bulls (Red Bull is my new weapon of choice), a little water, ice in the bandana, ice in the hat, cold towel wipe on the legs and I’m out in 5 minutes. Within 5 minutes I am out of my slump, and onto a positive new outlook on life. I actually started shedding some tears, because this is what it is all about. This moment that I went through is why I am here. Those who suffer remember! It is at this moment that I have finished the race. Now I just need to get through the next 68 miles without getting hurt or getting off of my nutrition. After Millers I head for the first of several monstrous ridges that look across to another ridge that is probably a ¼ mile away. The kicker here is that you know you need to down because you are going to the other side. Down is 2-3 miles! The canyons of Western States are notorious because they are so deep that very little if no wind travels through them and when the sun shines they heat up in the same manner Death Valley does (steep walls with direct heat cause a convection oven like atmosphere). Before I head down I hit… Last Chance (43.3 miles) is properly named as before you head down into the abyss below you will ascend 2 miles with a vertical reading of 2,500 feet. This is of course in triple digit heat. I have a drop bag and fill up my bottle with my solution and am off. I get to the bottom of the canyon and decide that the river would feel mighty nice about now. So I head in along with 5 others and cool down before I head back up. The water in the middle fork of the American River is usually pretty chilly. Within 30 seconds of being in the water (totally immersed) it felt like a bath. 5 minutes later onward and up Devils Thumb. This climb is gnarly, but because I have slowed a little the sun has had time to get closer to where it sets in the northwest. This gives me more shade than those that were in front of me and I walk the entire thing in about 45 minutes. I reach the summit at… Devils Thumb (47.8 miles, med check weight: 185) aide station is at the top of the toughest climb of the race. Statistic update; total ascent 9,885ft, total descent 10, 925ft in 47.8 miles. I forgot to mention that on the way down from last chance 4 of us missed the course marking and I looked to my left at the bottom of this hill and there was a little trail with yellow ribbons. So the guy behind me turns around and heads back up the half mile or so we went down. So the rest of us followed, as he looked like a veteran and handled the situation promptly. What at the time seemed like a big deal was really the right and only thing to do. Once I left Devils Thumb (I refueled with my drop bag and some soup, a popsicle, and a coke, and mountain dew). I then take the long descent to El Dorado Canyon, but first go by Deadwood Cemetery a historical pet cemetery that is literally in the middle of nowhere. The only way you get out here is by horse or hike in. This race was not joking on how remote it gets. I reach… El Dorado Creek(52.9 miles) aide station sits at the bottom of a canyon and I choose not to go in the river and just ice up, and drink a couple of mountain dews (they are about 5 oz). I start the second hardest climb of the day to… Michigan Bluff (55.7 miles, med check weight: 184.5) aide station was a site for sore eyes. I reached Melissa and Patsy here with open arms. Again I was in the chair pounding a red bull, and chugging another smoothie. I also downed a little water, and headed out as quick as possible. Because we got this on tape it was much longer than I thought. It ended up taking me like 10 minutes to get out of there. I would make it up in the next section. Volcano Canyon is GNARLY because it shoots straight down through switchbacks that are about as wide as one of your feet with boulders and rock everywhere. It is a nightmare for someone who is not found of technical down hills. Technical down hills favor me as I love them. So I blast this canyon (I ran this particular section 2 times when I came up for the training run too). I cross the creek at the bottom and head up to… Bath Road (60.6 miles) aide station is run by the Auburn Running Company. I grab a quick sprite and head up the paved road 1.4 miles to… Foresthill (62 miles, med check weight: 185) Aide Station is incredible as it is in the center of the town of Foresthill. One road runs through this town and everyone is allowed to be anywhere crewing you on this street. There were motor homes, canopy’s, you name it. I heard Crazy Dean went into the North Face tent and got on his cell phone to make some calls. I on the other hand was starting to develop mucho blisters and my shoes needed some switching. After a taping job that looked like one of Jerry’s kids got his hands on me I threw on my shoes, chugged a red bull, downed my last smoothie and picked up Jeff. This is where pacers are allowed to join the game. So Jeff and I headed out and as soon as we round the corner a half mile from town is one of the top women curled over ready to heave! I had been doing the cat and mouse thing with her earlier in the day, and I didn’t think she was going to make it after seeing that. I also found out that my fellow southern cal friend Mr. Robert Baird was not doing to well. I had inquired all day about him, but they were telling me that he had not come into Michigan Bluff yet and it was getting close to 9pm. The cut off for Michigan Bluff is 9:30pm. I thought about Robert the rest of the night, wishing he was pulling through. The next section is pretty much downhill for 16+ miles to the American River. The next aide station is… Dardanelles (65.7) which is in the most obscure place, sits on the ridge of the single track trail. It is in a place that widens out enough to put an aide station. We fuel up and blast out. At this point I am starting to get cranky. Jeff who happens to be one of the most positive people I know is handling me and my attitude as if it doesn’t exist. We start another cat and mouse with these two kids (they could not have been older than 21) that will go on all night. If you have not run at night, it is a trip. If you have not run at night in the middle of the wilderness, it’s incredibly insane. What is really cool is looking back from the direction you came from and seeing 4 or 5 obscure, bright lights coming down a mountain. Jeff and I start our life stories and he is continually filling me with quantum statistics that at this point are really pissing me off so bad that I start laughing at him. We do this several times, and it makes time and space go by. We reach… Peachstone (70.7 miles) aide station is pretty much a blur, but we are told that Ford’s Bar aide station may not be there or it was moved. Great! So we are told to be prepared to go 7 miles. 7 miles at this point is taking us a little over 90 minutes a clip and that is with aide. We head out on what seems to be the longest down hill ever. Actually it is, as 16+ miles of down hill to the river crossing is a lot of down hill. All up until we hit another monster of a hill. Bam! Jeff says he got news from Hal (RD of AC 100 I think) that this was coming. Huh! It actually comes with welcome arms as I am very tired of going down hill. Quick statistic update: total ascent 13,855ft, total descent 17,945ft. We reach… Fords Bar (73 miles) aide station which was moved like a mile further ahead due to not being able to obtain a permit in time is lonely. There are two guys working it that do not look like they are having a good time, but were still smiling. I have yet to comment on the volunteers of this race. It should be known that the volunteers of this race belittle any other event I have been to or competed in. It is like these people are competing to help you get to the finish line. It is absolutely insane and it absolutely helped me cross the finish line. We made to… Rucky Chucky River Crossing (78 miles) took us only a few minutes to cross, and we blasted through both aide stations. There is an aide station on both sides of the river then… Green Gate (79.8 miles) is a 1.8 mile climb up. My blisters at this point are pretty bad and my feet are hurting pretty bad with each step. I decide to change as I have been chaffing pretty bad for the last hour. I change, go to the bathroom, and switch out socks and shoes for the last time and we head out. The girls have met us at the last aide station until the finish, and like me are ready for this thing to be over. Jeff pushes me onward and half way t the next aide station a buck comes charging down the hill in front of us. Jeff doesn’t see it and the buck doesn’t see us, but for some reason I see the buck. So I am either hallucinating or the only thing paying attention around here (granted Jeff was behind me). I start waving my light all over the place because at this point the buck is going to run us down. It stops on a dime as it sees my light and is back up the hill as quickly as it was coming down. We blast (15 min miles at this point) through… Auburn Lakes (85.2 miles) and head for… Browns Bar (89.9) aide station as the sun is about to rise. We are greeted by a bunch of drunk chicks who seem to like guy’s with Mohawks and tattoos. Go figure! I am I no mood so I blast out after I refuel and get some chicken noodle soup. We make our way up to… Highway 49 (93.5 miles med check weight: 184lbs) aide station is where I make the decision to get this thing over with and we leave after I down some potato soup and a mountain dew. I fill my bottles and we head out. After roughly what seems to be eternity (probably a half mile) we hit the final down hill which I decide to actually run the entire thing. We get 3 point something miles in a matter of 30+ minutes, but it takes its toll. We get to… No Hands Bridge (96.8 miles) and head out ASAP. As we walk across the bridge this amazing, but very disturbing site presents itself. I am almost 3 miles from the finish but the hill that lie’s in front of us is big. What can I do walk. Half way up to… Robie Point (98.9 miles) I hear clapping and know it is not far off. With Jeff by my side he puts me into another walking gear and we are at a wog! We go straight through Robie Point, the only aide station I did this with. Hi and By! We walk up the street which seems never ending to a straight away in some neighborhood in Auburn. It looks 3 miles long. People are outside of their homes cheering me on, and I try to run but only have a hundred or so steps. We make a left turn and over a bridge, then another left which goes down another hill which I am told is the last street before the school. We start to run again, and this time we don’t stop. Jeff has been pretty pissed off this last mile because he is now in the same boat as I am. Let’s get this over with! It is all for good reason though the man just wants to get me to the line. I enter the stadium in what looks like on a tape a shuffle, but feels like I am doing an 800 repeat for time. Jeff makes a bee line through the infield of the track to alert Melissa and Patsy and watch me come through the finish line. As I round the last turn I am met by my wife who tells me she loves me and runs to the line with me. I crossed the finish line at 7:47 am Sunday morning making it 26hrs and 47 minutes. I have never experienced every single emotion in this period of time. I have never experienced them in this way either. No drug or drink ever felt like this, thank god, because I’d probably still be out there. My friend Robert did not make the cut off at Michigan Bluff and that deeply saddened me as I know he put the time in for this thing and he wanted it badly. Next time Robert! Out of 400 starters 190 dropped out or were pulled because of time. 210 finished. This is one of the largest drop rates in the history of the event. It was the heat, but like I said earlier, specificity! Inverted treadmills w/ heaters cranking on you, and two kettlebells mixed in with a gnarly track set get you ready for down hill running, and heat. Final Stats: Total Ascent just below 18,000ft, Total Descent 22,970ft! For those that did not know, I set up a charity through the Challenged Athletes Foundation’s Operation Rebound. It provides wounded soldiers with prosthetic limbs so that they may do what I do. Athletics provides a happy, healthier lifestyle for all, and I felt there was no one better who could benefit. I also learned this from “Bo Bo The Magnificent”. I raised about $3,000 which was my goal, and know that this is what it really is all about. Thank you to all that have supported me through this. It helped! My feet and legs are so SWOLLEN!

Track Practice on Wed June 14,2006 included a surprise 1 mile for time. Here are the team results: Ian Pyott 4:40 Steven Owen 5:35 Jeff Brown 5:44 Dan Graham 5:55 Art Sosa 5:58 Cindy DeMarco 6:04 Warren Booth 6:04 Mike Carran 6:05 Gerald Wolfe 6:19 Holly Pack 6:25 Shelley 6:40 Kristi 6:49 Tim Harward 7:04 Alli Collins 7:06 Laurie Blankenship 7:15 Kerry Deputy 7:39 Jerri Hirst 7:45 Jason Hong 7:59 Monica 9:52