Two weeks ago I went to my hometown (really a home village) in Germany to run my first race. Only 5,5 km, but still a race.
It was organised for all the region's enterprises. My parents firm had four teams with three runners each.
For months now everyone seemd to be taunting everyone else about their performances. Some more fanciful than others.
... And then at the day of the race, most miraculously, they all seemed to be sick. We had several runners with a cold, two with allergies, one with a sore throat...
How odd. Was somebody preparing the audience for bad performances ?
My dad, preparing to cheer for the runners.
Manolo and Giovanni
And his buddy Sebastian.
Hanna and Tannee.
The race began at 8:30 pm, well past dinner time for germans. Which didn't disturb the cheering barbecue team at all. They started eating while the poor runners still waited for the race to begin. I have a notion Patrick suffered a lot because of this. He's always hungry. But at that moment, I was, too.
The last six metres. I ran those 5,5 km in 34 minutes. All of you marathonians will be laughing, but it was as yet my best performance. Next year I'll do it in half the time.
My mother, who's not really into sports, asking how it went. (Lovely, but I'm hungry)
And let's just have some social justice, while we're at it. My mother sorted throught
the pictures before she showed them to anyone at work. And Hanna told
me, she took out certain pictures of herself. This being one of them.
Maybe I should send a (very confidential) link to some email adresses I have in mind.
And maybe it's time for a raise in pocket money. What do you think, mummy ?