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Friday, October 3, 2008

A man after my own heart

I've been to busy to blog (or even run!) much lately, but I got a big kick out of this little anecdote from a woman on one of the ultrarunning forums:
When showing my Grandfather some blisters and missing toenails after an ultra (maybe looking for a little sympathy) he looked me in the eye and said, "well, you didn't think it was going to be a picnic did you?" He then went further to say the only thing he ever heard crazier than wanting to run 100 miles is thinking that it wouldn't hurt. After this he just sort of shook his head and informed me that it wasn't going to get me out of working in the fields.

1 comment:

David Haddon said...

"That's all the cotton I could pick, Massa Mark, with all these blisters on my feet." Shall we call you "Simon L. runalong"?