So I ran the Abu Dhabi half marathon last weekend and my nips are still a little raw. The band-aids I put on them apparently slid off or disintegrated. But I didn't feel too sorry for myself because I saw one dude that had streaks of blood trailing down his white shirt. His man-tits must have ground right off, an affliction apparently known as 'runners' eleven,' you know, 'cause the blood streaks look like the number 11 on the front of your t-shirt. Ouch.
Anyhoo, this is a pic of me and the guy that won the race. He finished in 1:05. And (get this!) he's only 16 years old! This kid was so super freaky fast that they hadn't even put out the water stations on the course yet and he was already blazing by.
Anyhoo, this is a pic of me and the guy that won the race. He finished in 1:05. And (get this!) he's only 16 years old! This kid was so super freaky fast that they hadn't even put out the water stations on the course yet and he was already blazing by.
Say what you will about running, but it was quite a satisfying feeling crossing that finish line.
It's two days later and I'm sore as hell. But it's a good sore. I think I'll sign up for the Dubai race in January.
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