domingo, agosto 26, 2012


You can’t fake a marathon, kid. Don’t even try. You’ve got to respect the distance. People who try to attempt the 26.2 without adequately building up to it in the weeks and months beforehand quickly find that Madam Marathon knocks them off their feet, stands on their chest, spits on their neck, and hollers, “SAY MY NAME!” Ahem…Madam Marathon’s a wee bit of a dominatrix.

Engraçada e verdadeira matéria da Competitor sobre seis pecados mortais na corrida.