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May 4th Saturday; 60 runners; 10 teams
East to West; Caroline (Rt. 79) to White's Hollow Road (above Watkins Glen)
Just for fun, I extended the Texas Hollow stage over Burnt Hill, and ended the last stage by going up the rim of Watkins Glen to the top. We changed the scoring system to the cross-country system (add finishing places, low score wins), just to keep everyone off-balance.
Catherine the Great: Dan Peck
Robert Zimmerman "Don't need a trail sign to know which way the trail goes": Neil Cummings
Count Cavour: Herb Engman
Ivan the Terrible: Regis Carver
George Bush: Spider
Romeo Montague "What's in a name?": Bottom Feeders
Marshall Kutuzov "Time and Patience": Bubbles, Christof Grewer, Ljerka, Spider, Jen Williams, Regis
Willy Brandt "The 4th Reich will be delayed...": Falsche Richtung, Cristof Grewer
Oliver North: You Know Who You Are: "sullen were we, in the air made sweet by the sun..."
|Team||Stage 1||Stage 2||Stage 3||Stage 4||Stage 5||Stage 6|
|F.L.R.C. Masters||John Whitman
|Green Goons of High Noon||Daniel Peck
1:45:33 SCB 
|Winton "The Sheik" Rossiter
|Caleb "Spider" Rossiter
3:13:19 not a misprint! 
|"Dump Truck" Rossiter
|Nut Busters||Audrey Balander
|Ithaca Hash House Harriers||Skull
|Herme's Hermits||Fred Knewstub
|HHH B-team||Jeff Buboltz
|Bottom Feeder||Steve Hall
|Femmes Fatales (HHH)||Vanessa Bauer
|Buck's Muddy Boot Lickers||Grover Cook
Caleb Rossiter writes:
"A painful epiphany at mile 22 of the Boston Marathon in April led to a disaster for me in Triennial a month later: I somehow lost my way mid-way through my life's journey, and allowed myself to think that it would be cool to run in the 100th Boston, despite having sworn off marathons many times because they hurt so bad (since I am a RUNNER, who runs the marathon as the race it happens to be, not a charity fundraiser who walks it for the 'experience'). Training was great for my qualifying marathon, Marine Corps, Fall 1995, and so was the indoor mile season that sucked that base dry...so by April, it was all gone...especially after Wellesley, where my running mate Ralph was so inspired by the sisters shaking it at him that he set a course record for that mile...I was toast at 20, as opposed to TJ Pempel's strategy of being fresh at 15, and the pain was so extreme that I tried to walk off the course like Ulysess' men, drawn by the siren-like smell of pizza, only to be harassed back into action by a Boston mama who chased me down the street screaming 'get going. I'm watching!'
"So, at 22, it was so ridiculously bad that I had the epiphany and walked over to the crowd lining the corner where you turn toward home on Beacon (?) and said: 'Thank you all for coming to this press conference. I have a brief announcement, and will not be taking any questions. I am retiring from running, and taking up....(and this just came to me at that point) GOLF!'
"God had spoken to me in the burning pain, so I knew I had to honor his will, like Cardinal O'Connor sprinkling holy water on the bombs bound for Vietnam, and told Truck I was dropping out....but his eggplanted rage required me at least to take part, if not train....so I ran not a step for a month, and the result is too ugly to contemplate without a professional trip counselor around. At least I gave it one wild finish on this brutal Connecticut Hill leg, when I was passed by three literally walking women, but saw the finish line around a few bends...so I painfully elbowed past them (this being a crosscountry scoring system) and collapsed on the road...only to be told that this was a checkpoint, and I had 4 miles left. Not wanting to be eaten by bears or get my team DQed, I kept moving. This shows how addled I was: I should have remebered that as Atrocious, we can make up any rules we want, and we could have simply given us the 10 points I got for the last pace finish without actually finishing...Pride demanded that I improve for 1999...I did not run for another 2 years, but then got back into it...since Golf was fun but not particularly helpful in keeping my pants fitting..."
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