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