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By Phillip Capshaw

Phillip Capshaw provides his own unique perspective on everything from local to world events and, as the blog title suggests, believes that nothing is funnier than observing the comical nature of our fellow man and especially Southern Oklahomans. ...

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Phillip Capshaw provides his own unique perspective on everything from local to world events and, as the blog title suggests, believes that nothing is funnier than observing the comical nature of our fellow man and especially Southern Oklahomans. Phillip is a native of Ardmore, Oklahoma, with varied interests who likes to poke fun at almost any group and occupation, but feels as if there is much to make fun of in passing the mirror everyday.

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By Phillip Capshaw
May 19, 2013 12:01 a.m.


My son moved to Colorado Springs, Colorado three years ago. Both of us like adventure racing. In 2011 both of us did The Peak Ascent race to the top of Pikes Peak via the trail, not the race on the highway. Last year, I did the Ascent again and he did the Marathon the following day. Yes, over thirteen miles to the top and then back down. The day after last year’s race I was sort of patting myself on the back. A doctor had diagnosed me with arthritis in my left knee and had given me permission to run the race, but with the advice that I should only run one day a week.  So, I was pretty satisfied that I had taken close to fifteen minutes off my time from the year before.  Oklahoma doesn’t exactly have ideal mountains or hills to train on.  The race has an elevation gain of over 7,500 feet topping out at 14,000 and an average grade of 11 percent. It really is a brutal race, so I was thinking that I had a right to be proud of myself. I had beaten people in age groups that were a lot younger than me. This is what happens when you get old, slow and don’t beat many people in your age group. You say “Look, I beat these people and their young enough to be my children. There weren’t that many, but hey, I beat them right?” There is a saying among runners my age, “The older I get, the faster I was.”  Anyway, as I was basking in the after-race glory in a local coffee shop in Manitou Springs, proudly wearing my finisher’s shirt, a neat little seventy-five year old lady came in named Kay Martin from Phoenix, Arizona. I spoke with her and found out she had beaten me by over five minutes! Geez, talk about taking the wind out of your sails!  In my defense, she had shattered the old record by quite a large margin on the way to winning her age group. Okay, she was the only person in her age group. This year I have a challenging goal of taking fifteen minutes off of last year’s time. My number one goal though, is trying to beat all of the ladies in the 75-79 year-old age group.

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