Fat people shouldn't run. Ever. Unless zombies or food are involved.
Maybe I should have thought about that when I signed up for "my" race. When I say "my" it's because I'm a fellow of husky proportions and as you can see from the event, it is one mile.
That's right. One mile. 5,280 feet.
Did I mention yet it's almost 100% downhill? That's right - no flat ground, running downhill as fast as you can.
I clocked in at a blazing 8:00 on the dot last year. That was impressive both to and for me. Until I saw that an 81 year old woman did it in 8:59. She had fifty some odd years on me and finished less than a minute after me.
If she runs again this year and beats me I'll officially give up on myself as a human being.
