Running Boston Marathon In Space?
I just came across this article on Fit Sugar about the astronaut who plans to run Monday's marathon on a treadmill in space.
I'm sorry... But I don't think it counts as running the marathon if you don't get to experience "Heartbreak Hill" or the hundreds of spectators lining the route, downing beer after beer while they watch you run.
A friend of mine ran the marathon two years ago. He flew in the day before from NYC. He was deathly sick with a cold. But he was running for charity and didn't want to skip it. Right before he hit Heartbreak Hill, he felt a cramp in his left side. He decided to just keep "running it off."
And that's when he suddenly puked on himself. Just all of the sudden.
And the cramp disappeared after he puked. And he kept on running. And because he was covered in puke, spectators were thrusting out cups for him to grab to rinse his mouth out with. So he grabbed one and chugged it down.
But it wasn't water. Nope. It was beer.
That's right, he chugged that beer at the bottom of Heartbreak Hill. After puking. And having a very bad cold. And then he ran up that hill. And then he ran the rest of the way back into Boston. And he did it in just over four hours.
So, call me a bitch... But this astronaut's efforts at running the Boston Marathon are NOTHING compared to the real thing. It doesn't count.
You have to do it here on Earth, in the streets of Beantown, for it to be a legitimate attempt.
I'm sorry... But I don't think it counts as running the marathon if you don't get to experience "Heartbreak Hill" or the hundreds of spectators lining the route, downing beer after beer while they watch you run.
A friend of mine ran the marathon two years ago. He flew in the day before from NYC. He was deathly sick with a cold. But he was running for charity and didn't want to skip it. Right before he hit Heartbreak Hill, he felt a cramp in his left side. He decided to just keep "running it off."
And that's when he suddenly puked on himself. Just all of the sudden.
And the cramp disappeared after he puked. And he kept on running. And because he was covered in puke, spectators were thrusting out cups for him to grab to rinse his mouth out with. So he grabbed one and chugged it down.
But it wasn't water. Nope. It was beer.
That's right, he chugged that beer at the bottom of Heartbreak Hill. After puking. And having a very bad cold. And then he ran up that hill. And then he ran the rest of the way back into Boston. And he did it in just over four hours.
So, call me a bitch... But this astronaut's efforts at running the Boston Marathon are NOTHING compared to the real thing. It doesn't count.
You have to do it here on Earth, in the streets of Beantown, for it to be a legitimate attempt.
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