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Stockton Great Spear-It Run 2011 Race Report.

This is not so much a race report as it is a congratulations to some people I love for finishing the 5k run. There's these ones:
The Posse family of determination and accomplishment!
And she completed her very first 5k, beating more than 50% of the women's field. 
This run is in conjunction with the Asparagus Festival. A three day celebration of asparagus. I'm way into festivals because I grew up kind of pretty much in charge of my local hometown popcorn festival. And when I say in charge, I mean my mom was in charge. But yeah, I love a good festival!

So along with festivals, I'm also way into traditions. So Staci (My Posse) and I have a tradition where we have a good time at the festival and have an aspara-mary. 
The first photo is here. 

BFF 2006
WHOA GIRLS! 2007.
Somebody had to work, 2008.
Posse back in action 2009.
The dark year, 2010. 
2011? A few things different, right? : Aspara-Marys replaced with Tomato/Clamato/Beer with an asparagus spear sticking out, and WE JUST DID A 5K..Probably my favorite Photo.



And in conclusion, I did win my age group. 30 Seconds slower than my my PR. BOO. BUT I WON A BAG, SO COOL.




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  1. StaciApril 18, 2011 at 9:42 PM

    Posse. In 2006 we were matchy-matchy. In 2007 we were already drunk by the time we took this picture. In 2008 my dumb ass was a lame ASM and never got days off I wanted. 2009 was bomby-bomb back in action status. But THIS year's photo was hands-down the best yet.

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  2. Whistle PigApril 19, 2011 at 12:10 AM

    Amazing day with the most amazing people!

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  3. AnonymousApril 19, 2011 at 6:02 AM

    way to go Putti Lou!! winning and getting "stuff" for it... being a professional festival chick helps you enjoy that asparagus!! Would love some of that here... the stuff in the stores is ?? to me.. your pictorial is an interesting trilogy... hugs Mutti

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