Now, It's very late, so bear with me.
I have just returned from my 'local Italian' where we shall be 6 months from now, post race.
I stood at the left-hand urinal and, looking left, saw in the reflection of the mirror the fat bloke that is me. I looked straight ahead (at eye level, dare I say) and saw a black and white photo of a sailing boat at sea. I had a vision of Ian, staring back, pointing with the Sh*t eating grin that he was famous for, challenging me, and laughing. Just enough to inspire, but also just enough to mock, leaving you slightly uncertain if you were making a complete arse of yourself.
It is odd to think I will again be there in 6 months time having completed (however long it takes) the 13.1 mile run. It will be a great night. It will be a celebration of Ian and everything he was passionate about. It will be about personal achievement and it will be about a common bond.
This challenge is big and it will hurt. Ian would be very proud of us all, standing at that urinal, contemplating stuff after a good days work 'going big'.
Ladies of the team; feel free to check out that urinal, it wouldn't have stopped Fluff!
3 comments:
Nice one buddy, I was thinking something similar when pounding the roads last week!
Perhaps you you both should spend less time in men's toilets looking left and right and concentrate on the the job in hand!
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