Thursday, 30 August 2007

Sofa King Whacked


It’s that time again: your pal SBW was forced off the sofa and the TV remote prised from his chubby little hand – “Off to the running club fat boy” said Mrs SBW.

And oh what torture it was, Greenwich Park is steep, way steep, and the guys from British Military Fitness had us hopping, (yes Hopping, you know travelling on ONE foot!) up the hill before we were allowed to run up the hill, it was murder. But as mentioned in a previous post at least it keeps the existential angst at bay.
I’ve taken to asking other victims, I mean participants, about their motivation. “ I just don’t want to be last” is quite a common one – myself I’m too busy not wanting this to be my last breath to care about anyone else.

After the hill-climb came the long jog, I’d have thought it was a long walk, but no we ran – well for most of it anyway. As we jogged we passed a rosy-cheeked young couple, enjoying the warm evening air, sitting on a park bench, happily drinking what looked like a bottle of whiskey. As people ran past they shouted encouragement. “You can do it” and “faster you’re winning”. I like to think of myself as the master of the witty retort, but all I could muster, through gritted teeth, was a “that’s easy for you to say” as my hart tried to leave my body.

The thought of tromping the hills of bonny Scotland with a pack and rifle in search of Red Stags and then later more of the same with a compound bow in my sub arctic search for the Elk of my dreams was all that kept me going. I’d rather die now than face coming home with no meat due to general laziness.

When I got home Bushwacker Jnr was eagerly awaiting my arrival: “Hey dad there’s a new film coming out, mum says you’d like it, its called Run Fat Boy Run!!

You’ve gotta love ‘em haven’t you? It’s not legal to use them as bear bait!
Bushwacker.
run fat boy run trailer
www.britmilfit.com/

4 comments:

  1. This is one of he best blogs I've read for a long while. OK I'm converted. What do I do now?
    ATB
    Pablo

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  2. Well, you can't use them for bear bait, but if you want a little vengeance, they make great bird dogs!

    Take him on a pigeon shoot.

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  3. Thanks for the comments on my blog. Now added to the blogroll.

    Cheers,

    Pablo

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  4. *laughing* Your comment about the people shouting encouragement "faster you're winning" brought back a great memory for me. Last fall I ran/walked my first marathon ever, in Dublin. In the last 1/3, a little kid said, "C'mon! This is the last hill!" and I thought, Alright! The last hill!! Until I got to the next hill and another little kid said "It's the last hill!" and I thought Ok, this one's probably telling the truth. Until I got to the next hill, and by that time I was past hearing what little kids had to say. No you can't use them as bear bait...but you can probably run away faster than they can...

    Great blog by the way!!

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SBW