Monday, May 31, 2010
SweatyShe Monday: Happy Memorial Day!
In honor of Memorial Day, please take a few moments to remember those who have served our country and protected our borders and our freedom, in the past, present, and future. We thank you!
Monday, May 24, 2010
SweatyShe Monday (05/24/10): Chivalry on the Trail (or, I hate wet feet)
SweatyShe Monday (05/24/10): Chivalry on the Trail (or, I hate wet feet)
By Susan Farago
My tough-girl, hard-core image has come into question but I am here to defend myself. Sort of. The thing is, I hate having wet feet while running. HATE it! The rest of me can be absolutely drenched or dripping with sweat and it doesn’t bother me. But that awful squishy, enclosed, soggy toed feeling step after step knowing full well that gynormous blisters are forming and getting infected with god only knows what bacteria only to be one step away from contracting gangrene? I will go to great lengths to avoid the whole mess.
Which brings me to our trail run on Sunday. Jim and I were discussing routes earlier in the week and we weren’t sure if it was possible to start at the 360 trail access and end up at the Hill of Life without getting wet from the creek crossings. Jim offered to scout out a few routes on Friday and he thought he found a way. Great! So five of us headed out for our usual Sunday morning trail run and before I knew it, I found myself standing on a mini island in the middle of the creek bed, water flowing on both sides, and Jim announcing, “Yeah, you’re going to have to get your feet wet.” I looked down at my watch and it read 6:15. Six minutes into a three hour run and I’m already being threatened with gangrene? Yeah, I don’t think so! I was not alone in this sentiment. Laura was standing next to me and not enjoying the prospect of wet feet either.
I managed to hop-skip-and-jump my way across half of the creek and my feet were still dry. There had to be a way to stay dry and get to the other side. My eyes were scanning the rocks and branches in the water, tree limbs overhead, something…ANYTHING! By now the guys were already across, succumbing to the prospect that their dry feet days were over. I did the only thing I could do at this point. I chewed Jim out. “Jim! I thought you said this would be dry?!?” He laughed and said, “Yeah well I guess not.”
Laura and I were not amused. As the water rushed around us, I was pondering several options:
1. Stand here for another few weeks until the water receded and we could cross.
2. Turn around and run the alternate (dry feet) route I knew about.
3. Throw something at Jim.
4. Consider the possibility of doing a handstand and “hand walk” across the creek.
5. Do the unthinkable…
Before I could even finish coming up with option #5, Leary (my husband) knew what I was about to think. So he stomped through the water, turned around with his back facing me, and said, “OK, climb on.” My hero! So I hopped on and he carried me piggy-back style across the rest of the creek and set me down safely and dryly on other side. This is only one of the many reasons why I love this man. John was not too far behind us toting Laura on his back as well. A thousand “thank yous” ensued and we were off!
As we ran towards the Hill of Life, there was a lot of sloshing and squishing sounds going on. But it wasn’t coming from Laura or me. We were very happy girls. I turned to John and Leary and said, “We’re not going to live this down are we?” John quickly responded, “Nope you’re not.” In the name of dry feet, I’m ok with that.
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Photo: Warda 50K trail race in Nov 2009. Proof that I will get my feet wet if I have to :-)
By Susan Farago
My tough-girl, hard-core image has come into question but I am here to defend myself. Sort of. The thing is, I hate having wet feet while running. HATE it! The rest of me can be absolutely drenched or dripping with sweat and it doesn’t bother me. But that awful squishy, enclosed, soggy toed feeling step after step knowing full well that gynormous blisters are forming and getting infected with god only knows what bacteria only to be one step away from contracting gangrene? I will go to great lengths to avoid the whole mess.Which brings me to our trail run on Sunday. Jim and I were discussing routes earlier in the week and we weren’t sure if it was possible to start at the 360 trail access and end up at the Hill of Life without getting wet from the creek crossings. Jim offered to scout out a few routes on Friday and he thought he found a way. Great! So five of us headed out for our usual Sunday morning trail run and before I knew it, I found myself standing on a mini island in the middle of the creek bed, water flowing on both sides, and Jim announcing, “Yeah, you’re going to have to get your feet wet.” I looked down at my watch and it read 6:15. Six minutes into a three hour run and I’m already being threatened with gangrene? Yeah, I don’t think so! I was not alone in this sentiment. Laura was standing next to me and not enjoying the prospect of wet feet either.
I managed to hop-skip-and-jump my way across half of the creek and my feet were still dry. There had to be a way to stay dry and get to the other side. My eyes were scanning the rocks and branches in the water, tree limbs overhead, something…ANYTHING! By now the guys were already across, succumbing to the prospect that their dry feet days were over. I did the only thing I could do at this point. I chewed Jim out. “Jim! I thought you said this would be dry?!?” He laughed and said, “Yeah well I guess not.”
Laura and I were not amused. As the water rushed around us, I was pondering several options:
1. Stand here for another few weeks until the water receded and we could cross.
2. Turn around and run the alternate (dry feet) route I knew about.
3. Throw something at Jim.
4. Consider the possibility of doing a handstand and “hand walk” across the creek.
5. Do the unthinkable…
Before I could even finish coming up with option #5, Leary (my husband) knew what I was about to think. So he stomped through the water, turned around with his back facing me, and said, “OK, climb on.” My hero! So I hopped on and he carried me piggy-back style across the rest of the creek and set me down safely and dryly on other side. This is only one of the many reasons why I love this man. John was not too far behind us toting Laura on his back as well. A thousand “thank yous” ensued and we were off!
As we ran towards the Hill of Life, there was a lot of sloshing and squishing sounds going on. But it wasn’t coming from Laura or me. We were very happy girls. I turned to John and Leary and said, “We’re not going to live this down are we?” John quickly responded, “Nope you’re not.” In the name of dry feet, I’m ok with that.
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Photo: Warda 50K trail race in Nov 2009. Proof that I will get my feet wet if I have to :-)
Monday, May 17, 2010
SweatyShe Monday (05/17/10): GuppyMax -- Ode to the Jim Swim
SweatyShe Monday (05/17/10): GuppyMax -- Ode to the Jim Swim
By Susan Farago
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Austin is a great place to train for just about any sport (as long as you don’t need snow) and we are lucky enough to have hills, hot weather, and a lot of open water.Lake Travis is by far my favorite place to swim and I especially like Hippie Hollow because its “big open water”. One drawback, or at least point of interesting amusement, is that Hippie Hollow is a nudist beach. Yep. Nothing but naked people just letting it all hang out. The water is usually a little choppy which makes for a more honest swim and there is a well marked swim area where you can easily swim a mile along the shoreline without stopping. So if you don’t mind the occasional flapping body part or someone getting arrested, it’s fantastic!
So when this time of year rolls around, thoughts turn to GuppyMax – the very informal Monday night open water swim group. GuppyMax wasn’t always GuppyMax. Unofficially starting sometime around 2004, it was originally the “Jim Swim”, named after Jim Pacey and it all started at Barton Springs. Jim is an amazing athlete but swimming isn’t exactly his favorite part of the swim-bike-run triathlon combo. So his version of a swim workout would be to swim for 5 minutes, then stand around and chat for 10 minutes. Then swim another 5 minutes, then chat for 15 minutes. Then do a 5 minute swim cooldown, chat for another 5 minutes and go get breakfast. That was his idea of a 45 minute swim.
After that first year we decided to move the swim to Lake Travis. Jim coined the name “GuppyMax” and we’ve been swimming at the lake from March to October ever since. We alternate between Hippie Hollow and the cove at Mansfield Dam depending on water levels and our mood.
Part hard core swim, part screwing around and laughing our heads off, GuppyMax is whatever people want it to be. Some people come and swim hard for an hour while others are just getting used to the idea of swimming in open water. There is never a dull moment and I am not sure if it’s the fresh air, open water, or eclectic mix of personalities that make for unforgettable memories. Some hilights include:
-- When we set the record of the most people ever crammed into Leary’s truck – 18! The look on the face of the park guard was priceless!
-- The time Danny tried to sneak up on a couple of ducks. When he got close, he dove underwater and all we could see were a few ripples and then the two ducks completely freak out! Nice try Danny!!
-- The “Hoochie Fish” – those little fish that cautiously swim up and then when you’re not looking, ZAP! The give you the old nip and run. Robbie seems to attract them so don’t swim near her.
-- Synchronized swimming performances as a post swim cooldown. We look pretty good with our circle swimming, leg extensions, and the grand finale of kick, spin, submerge!
-- The post swim “Foodie Challenge” where we compare Hey Cupcake to Sugar Shack’s chocolate cupcakes and Rudy’s ‘nanner pudding to Thundercloud’s brownies.
-- The time Mike called Rudys to find out if they had brownies for dessert (because Thundercloud did and we wanted to do another Foodie Challenge). He got on the phone and all we heard was, “This is Mike P. with GuppyMax.” … pause… “Mike P.…with GuppyMax.”
-- Swimming out to Fraggle Rock at Mansfield Dam cove when the water was really low and then just hanging out and chatting. Jim would be proud!
-- The guy swimming in the cove with his dog floating alongside in a cooler.
-- Going for dinner at “ThunderRudys” – vegetarians would swing through Thundercloud Subs and get veggie subs to go and then sneak the vegetable contraband in to Rudys where the meat eaters were already seated at the outside picnic tables. Who says we all can’t get along!
-- Instead of swimming the buoy line, I convinced everyone to swim to the boat dock, which was a nice change of scenery - except for seeing the underwater stumps which always freak me out. In the words of Ed, they look like heads!
-- It seems to take forever when getting into our wetsuits – and we now have some new terminology:
“Bohonkus” (from Cynthia): referring to hip and rear end sizing when trying to pull the wetsuit UP over this area. Oh the irony of putting ON clothes at a nudist beach!
-- Jake gyrating around in the water and when I asked him what was going on, he gasped and responded, “I’m dying of heat stroke!!” as he was attempting to flood his wetsuit with fresh lake water.
-- Several encounters with “John and his John” - a very nice guy who introduced himself (ALL of HIMSELF) to us. Notes from my initial encounter with John is posted at: www.susanfarago.com/writing/SW-SH_Mon_05-11-09.pdf
-- The monsoon that hit Hippie Hollow a few minutes before we got in the water. We all looked at each other and decided that while the trees were bending nearly horizontal there was no lightening so it must be safe to swim. We swam through the storm and 20 minutes later everything was calm and we enjoyed a beautiful sunset.
There are so many funny stories and did I mention that we actually do get in a swim workout? This is our 6th year of GuppyMax swimming and I look forward to seeing the same friends every Monday and meeting new ones as well. GuppyMax meets every Monday night so come join us! We promise not to make you synchronize swim – at least not right away. More information is at: www.susanfarago.com/athleteresources.html#guppymax .
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Monday, May 10, 2010
SweatyShe Monday (05/10/10): Bike Commuting – Tales from a Newbie
SweatyShe Monday (05/10/10): Bike Commuting – Tales from a Newbie
By Susan Farago
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May is national bike month and week one of the “Austin Commuter Challenge” is over. I have logged 226 miles over 9 trips and luckily my rear end is still talking to me (metaphorically, not literally). To provide some perspective, I live in Lakeway so there is really no such thing as a “quick commute”. My legs are tired and I have a whole new appreciation for Velcro straps and what an extra 15lbs of weight on the back of my bike feels like when trying to ride up hills -- by the way, I’m never EVER gaining weight and would love to lose about 50 pounds just so I can haul more stuff around.
But I have to admit, I’ve enjoyed the challenge so far. There is something very appealing about strategizing and planning to get from point A to B without the use of a gas pedal. Here’s what I have learned:
1. Now that I have figured out how to strap everything to my bike, it only takes me about 5-10 minutes to get everything ready to ride. The first time out it took me over an hour and A LOT of curse words!
2. I am learning to enjoy bike riding again for the sake of bike riding and not having to do splits, tempo, intervals, or hill repeats.
3. Not all bike pants are created equal and tri shorts don’t cut it for rides longer than 30 minutes. Ouch!
4. When commuting to a coffee shop, I can put my bike helmet in the chair next to me and use it to drape sweaty clothes over to dry (bra, socks, bandana, etc.).
5. When a coffee shop barista compliments me on how cute my new cycling skirt is, I should just take the compliment and not follow it up by enthusiastically lifting my skirt and saying, “And look…it has built in bike pants underneath!!!”
6. The difference between a fitness cyclist and a commuter cyclist is the amount of spandex worn.
7. My new form of meditation is commuting. There is something peaceful about just riding. I can’t take calls, make calls, write down notes, review my planner, change from radio to CD and back to radio, or drink coffee. All I do is ride and think.
8. Listening to Michael Jackson in my one piece earphone NEVER gets old.
9. It is possible to ride my bike and not be totally sweaty and wet once I reach my destination. I suspect this will change the closer we get to summer.
10. I think it is actually safer to ride during rush hour when traffic is at a complete standstill. Plus there’s the, “Ha-ha – I’m moving and you’re not” factor.
11. Friends are more than willing to bring water to run workouts so I don’t have to haul water with me (thanks Laura, Jim, and John).
12. I am getting much better at time management and actually allow extra time to get to places. I think it’s because deep down I know the ramifications of not allowing time for traffic or having to fix a flat tire is one long, hard speed interval!
13. The resources I’m saving in gas are now being spent in water consumption. I am taking extra showers, doing extra loads of laundry, and I’m drinking a lot more water. So while the “save gas” people are probably happy, the “save our water” people are probably not.
14. Commuters seem to have a special extra “wave and nod”. It’s not just saying, “Hi”, it is as if to say, “Hey, I’m right there with you in doing good for our planet by saving gas and not falling into the capitalist society that has become our nation of gas guzzlers and precious natural resources wasters. DOWN WITH THE MAN!!!” OK, maybe the wave and nod is just to say “Hi.”
I still have three weeks to go. Maybe I am still in the honeymoon phase where commuting is still new and exciting. Maybe it’s just something cool to do to change up my routine or an excuse to buy new bike pants. I’m not sure yet. I’ll check back in at the end of May for a final update!
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By Susan Farago
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May is national bike month and week one of the “Austin Commuter Challenge” is over. I have logged 226 miles over 9 trips and luckily my rear end is still talking to me (metaphorically, not literally). To provide some perspective, I live in Lakeway so there is really no such thing as a “quick commute”. My legs are tired and I have a whole new appreciation for Velcro straps and what an extra 15lbs of weight on the back of my bike feels like when trying to ride up hills -- by the way, I’m never EVER gaining weight and would love to lose about 50 pounds just so I can haul more stuff around.
But I have to admit, I’ve enjoyed the challenge so far. There is something very appealing about strategizing and planning to get from point A to B without the use of a gas pedal. Here’s what I have learned:
1. Now that I have figured out how to strap everything to my bike, it only takes me about 5-10 minutes to get everything ready to ride. The first time out it took me over an hour and A LOT of curse words!
2. I am learning to enjoy bike riding again for the sake of bike riding and not having to do splits, tempo, intervals, or hill repeats.
3. Not all bike pants are created equal and tri shorts don’t cut it for rides longer than 30 minutes. Ouch!
4. When commuting to a coffee shop, I can put my bike helmet in the chair next to me and use it to drape sweaty clothes over to dry (bra, socks, bandana, etc.).
5. When a coffee shop barista compliments me on how cute my new cycling skirt is, I should just take the compliment and not follow it up by enthusiastically lifting my skirt and saying, “And look…it has built in bike pants underneath!!!”
6. The difference between a fitness cyclist and a commuter cyclist is the amount of spandex worn.
7. My new form of meditation is commuting. There is something peaceful about just riding. I can’t take calls, make calls, write down notes, review my planner, change from radio to CD and back to radio, or drink coffee. All I do is ride and think.
8. Listening to Michael Jackson in my one piece earphone NEVER gets old.
9. It is possible to ride my bike and not be totally sweaty and wet once I reach my destination. I suspect this will change the closer we get to summer.
10. I think it is actually safer to ride during rush hour when traffic is at a complete standstill. Plus there’s the, “Ha-ha – I’m moving and you’re not” factor.
11. Friends are more than willing to bring water to run workouts so I don’t have to haul water with me (thanks Laura, Jim, and John).
12. I am getting much better at time management and actually allow extra time to get to places. I think it’s because deep down I know the ramifications of not allowing time for traffic or having to fix a flat tire is one long, hard speed interval!
13. The resources I’m saving in gas are now being spent in water consumption. I am taking extra showers, doing extra loads of laundry, and I’m drinking a lot more water. So while the “save gas” people are probably happy, the “save our water” people are probably not.
14. Commuters seem to have a special extra “wave and nod”. It’s not just saying, “Hi”, it is as if to say, “Hey, I’m right there with you in doing good for our planet by saving gas and not falling into the capitalist society that has become our nation of gas guzzlers and precious natural resources wasters. DOWN WITH THE MAN!!!” OK, maybe the wave and nod is just to say “Hi.”
I still have three weeks to go. Maybe I am still in the honeymoon phase where commuting is still new and exciting. Maybe it’s just something cool to do to change up my routine or an excuse to buy new bike pants. I’m not sure yet. I’ll check back in at the end of May for a final update!
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Monday, May 3, 2010
SweatyShe Monday (05/03/10): RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!
SweatyShe Monday (05/03/10): RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!
By Susan Farago
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Trail running with my friend Laura is always an experience. She’s always up for exploring new trails, conquering huge hills, or dangling over the edge of a ravine and hanging onto tree roots while I exclaim, “I know the trail’s around here somewhere... .” I’ve seen her poke at snakes, launch 3 feet straight up while scorpions are underfoot, and scream at various wildlife creatures (fuzzy bunnies be warned). But I can ALWAYS count on two things when we go for a run – the first is that we will have a great time, and the second is that at some point during the run we will have to stop because she is laughing so hard that she needs a minute to catch her breath.
So when we met to explore new trails at Wild Basin on Sunday, she did not disappoint. We climbed hills, got lost, got found, ended up in someone’s backyard, and yes…at one point we had to stop because she was laughing too hard to continue.
It started out innocently enough - as always. We were standing in a ravine trying to find the trail. Our friends Jim and John were also with us (they are used to our antics). So as Jim and I looked for some sign of a trail or clearing, John proceeded to bend over and pick up a rock. Laura asked, “What are you doing there John – trying to read the land?” John replied, “That rock just looked out of place and sure enough, looks like there’s a tarantula hole underneath it.” At this point my mouth decided to operate without my brain and from out of nowhere I yelled, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!!” If you’ve seen the movie “Clash of the Titans”* (either the 1981 or 2010 version) you’ll appreciate the reference. I thought it was sort of funny. Laura took one look at me and absolutely fell apart. She was laughing so hard there were tears! I was soon to follow and as Jim and John stared at us like we had finally gone around the proverbial bend, we were falling over ourselves with laughter.
When I got home I e-mailed her and asked her to list the times she’s laughed the hardest on the trail. Her response? “Gosh, there have been so many times!” Below is what she had to say:
- When we were running behind Toys R Us investigating new trails and the "troll" we ran in to [short, squat man with long hair and very heavily bejeweled sitting near a stream and VERY out of place] said, "YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!" when you asked him where we were.
- The time you got too hot to wear your running shirt and I told you to tuck into the back of your shorts and after awhile gravity took its toll and made you look like you had an "accident" in your running shorts.
- Blood curdling screams trail running at night when we ran into a "homeless" man; then Leary greets him with, “Hi! How are you doing?"
- Choking on a gnat.
- Me screaming at rabbits, squirrels, snakes, scorpions, spiders, rabbits, birds, dogs, bugs, spider webs, butterflies, etc.
- Us running towards screaming, howling coyotes near the base of the Hill of Life during a night run and you picking up a boulder and running with it in your hand and hauling UP the hill...and I said, “See you at the top, I am going to fight to the death!”
- The time you said, “feggie” (for frontal wedgie) and I thought you said, “veggie” (for vaginal wedgie). I think John is still recovering from THAT conversation!
- When you admitted listening to Air Supply in your college dorm room while working on sewing projects at 2:30 in the morning.
- And of course, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!”
To Laura - I dedicate this SweatyShe Monday to you. While the trails might be safer and quieter with you off of them, they certainly wouldn’t be nearly as fun. Thanks for your friendship, all the great times we’ve had, and the ones certainly to come!
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*References to “Clash of the Titans” and “Release the Kraken” can be found at:
Trailer from original 1981 movie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVcT5YWBzq8&feature=related
Trailer for new movie:
http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2626946073/
FYI – the 1981 Kraken was MUCH BETTER (and fakier) than the new and improved Kraken.
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By Susan Farago
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Trail running with my friend Laura is always an experience. She’s always up for exploring new trails, conquering huge hills, or dangling over the edge of a ravine and hanging onto tree roots while I exclaim, “I know the trail’s around here somewhere... .” I’ve seen her poke at snakes, launch 3 feet straight up while scorpions are underfoot, and scream at various wildlife creatures (fuzzy bunnies be warned). But I can ALWAYS count on two things when we go for a run – the first is that we will have a great time, and the second is that at some point during the run we will have to stop because she is laughing so hard that she needs a minute to catch her breath.So when we met to explore new trails at Wild Basin on Sunday, she did not disappoint. We climbed hills, got lost, got found, ended up in someone’s backyard, and yes…at one point we had to stop because she was laughing too hard to continue.
It started out innocently enough - as always. We were standing in a ravine trying to find the trail. Our friends Jim and John were also with us (they are used to our antics). So as Jim and I looked for some sign of a trail or clearing, John proceeded to bend over and pick up a rock. Laura asked, “What are you doing there John – trying to read the land?” John replied, “That rock just looked out of place and sure enough, looks like there’s a tarantula hole underneath it.” At this point my mouth decided to operate without my brain and from out of nowhere I yelled, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!!” If you’ve seen the movie “Clash of the Titans”* (either the 1981 or 2010 version) you’ll appreciate the reference. I thought it was sort of funny. Laura took one look at me and absolutely fell apart. She was laughing so hard there were tears! I was soon to follow and as Jim and John stared at us like we had finally gone around the proverbial bend, we were falling over ourselves with laughter.
When I got home I e-mailed her and asked her to list the times she’s laughed the hardest on the trail. Her response? “Gosh, there have been so many times!” Below is what she had to say:
- When we were running behind Toys R Us investigating new trails and the "troll" we ran in to [short, squat man with long hair and very heavily bejeweled sitting near a stream and VERY out of place] said, "YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!" when you asked him where we were.
- The time you got too hot to wear your running shirt and I told you to tuck into the back of your shorts and after awhile gravity took its toll and made you look like you had an "accident" in your running shorts.
- Blood curdling screams trail running at night when we ran into a "homeless" man; then Leary greets him with, “Hi! How are you doing?"
- Choking on a gnat.
- Me screaming at rabbits, squirrels, snakes, scorpions, spiders, rabbits, birds, dogs, bugs, spider webs, butterflies, etc.
- Us running towards screaming, howling coyotes near the base of the Hill of Life during a night run and you picking up a boulder and running with it in your hand and hauling UP the hill...and I said, “See you at the top, I am going to fight to the death!”
- The time you said, “feggie” (for frontal wedgie) and I thought you said, “veggie” (for vaginal wedgie). I think John is still recovering from THAT conversation!
- When you admitted listening to Air Supply in your college dorm room while working on sewing projects at 2:30 in the morning.
- And of course, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!”
To Laura - I dedicate this SweatyShe Monday to you. While the trails might be safer and quieter with you off of them, they certainly wouldn’t be nearly as fun. Thanks for your friendship, all the great times we’ve had, and the ones certainly to come!
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*References to “Clash of the Titans” and “Release the Kraken” can be found at:
Trailer from original 1981 movie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVcT5YWBzq8&feature=related
Trailer for new movie:
http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2626946073/
FYI – the 1981 Kraken was MUCH BETTER (and fakier) than the new and improved Kraken.
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