TJ Wharton
Any new ones coming out that are cool/nice looking that have GPS tracking?
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Yep. Look into this website. http://www.besportier.com/archives/best-gps-watches-watch-reviews-for-running-cycling-women-tracking-hunting-kids-adventure-military.html
Yep. Look into this website. http://www.besportier.com/archives/best-gps-watches-watch-reviews-for-running-cycling-women-tracking-hunting-kids-adventure-military.html
yes I trying to decied on a good gps watch or which one would be good for me....?
chattern
...I would like people opinions.
Me and some other people are training to join the Marine crop and since we can't always run in the same area or route i need to beable to keep track of the pace we need to run to past our test. I would like any and everyone opinion on this.
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When I was a small child in the middle forties (about five years old), my mother used to take me to afternoon movies. There were three downtown movies within an easy walk of the house. I wasn't too happy about these outings because I knew they would be a bunch of giant black and white faces talking, talking, talking --with an occasional kissing, kissing, followed by crying, crying and then back to the intermenible talking.
After a while, my mother would have her handkerchief out, dabbing at her eyes. There was no action, no shooting, no explosions, no fist fights, nothing to hold my interest. So I would stand up in my seat and turn around so that I was looking over the back of the chair (just my head showed) and I would watch everyone behind me... they were pretty much all women and they pretty much all were sobbing with handkerchiefs dabbing their eyes.
After a few moments, the ones on the row behind me got quiet annoyed with the beady little eyes watching them but they were the most interesting thing in the theatre to me. A little bit more and they started making turn-around motions with their fingers and glaring at me. And, of course, after another minute or so, one would lean forward and whisper to my mother -- who would then grab me by my arm and jerk me around to face the screen. This repeated itself several times during the movie. Often, I had to content myself with kicking the back of the seat in front of me. My poor mother.
When I was a small child in the middle forties (about five years old), my mother used to take me to afternoon movies. There were three downtown movies within an easy walk of the house. I wasn't too happy about these outings because I knew they would be a bunch of giant black and white faces talking, talking, talking --with an occasional kissing, kissing, followed by crying, crying and then back to the intermenible talking.
After a while, my mother would have her handkerchief out, dabbing at her eyes. There was no action, no shooting, no explosions, no fist fights, nothing to hold my interest. So I would stand up in my seat and turn around so that I was looking over the back of the chair (just my head showed) and I would watch everyone behind me... they were pretty much all women and they pretty much all were sobbing with handkerchiefs dabbing their eyes.
After a few moments, the ones on the row behind me got quiet annoyed with the beady little eyes watching them but they were the most interesting thing in the theatre to me. A little bit more and they started making turn-around motions with their fingers and glaring at me. And, of course, after another minute or so, one would lean forward and whisper to my mother -- who would then grab me by my arm and jerk me around to face the screen. This repeated itself several times during the movie. Often, I had to content myself with kicking the back of the seat in front of me. My poor mother.
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