Here I am a little exhausted, having gone for the longest jog of my life. One hour 45 minutes, 1996 out of 10400 runners, 13 and a bit miles. Champion of the Philly Half Marathon (next yeat, I'll be the winner maybe ;)
Many people didn't think I would make it. Crazy Dave looked at me the other night as we ambled out of the Bistro Bar and took one look at my belly and shook his head. Even the Lady got worried: "You're not doing this because of me, are you?" she asked - thinking I would blame her if I had fallen to the ground today.
I ran the race as a challenge. The Ladies brother dared me over a pint. What could I do?
I trained a little up and down the river and managed to maintain a high level of carb intake in the evenings. The brother ran for 2 hours almost everynight.
His time: 1 hour 48.
The power of social drinking.
Get in!
Posted by Guy Brighton on September 18, 2005 at 10:02 PM
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Big Congrats on this, never, never thought I would see the day.
Posted by: Kingy at September 22, 2005 4:24 AM
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