Track Meet 5/24/2015 (Monroe County Championships)

Before we begin I’d like to apologize for the lack of pictures. I was rattled after a bad race and wasn’t really in the mood for photography. With that said, here’s the second half of the meet.

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Lawler and Feigel en route to 4:30ish mile, with Patty close behind.

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Jim Kinealy taking off in the 200, his second best race.

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And 200 decisively wins the “least photogenic event” contest.

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The girls two mile 3000 meter run. It’s not the same thing.

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Now my camera was on its last legs, so I snapped as many pictures as I could, most of them of long jump for the boys in the Pentathlon.

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As a side note, on just about every picture you can zoom in on the jumper’s face and be entertained.

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When you want to run the two mile but forgot to sign up.

Well that’s all I have; my camera died right after the boys 4×400 started, and Diz ran his leg in a sweltering sub 50. For more entertaining articles, visit http://www.skiyoung.com or http://www.spjmcm.wordpress.com

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3 thoughts on “Track Meet 5/24/2015 (Monroe County Championships)

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