I’ve mentioned that my brother is a psycho, right? Have you seen the race he’s training for? If you’ll notice on the website it says: 2.4 mile swim (I’m guessing my doggie paddle wouldn’t cut it that distance), 112 mile bike (he says the bike he has for this race is worth more than my car, which really doesn’t say much), and 26.2 mile run (marathon distance). But my FAVORITE part? The part where it says “24 hour fun!”
Crackheads. All of them. 24 hour FUN my ASS. More like 24 hours worth of voluntary torture for a bunch of FOOLS who obviously have never heard of TiVo or else they’d have more important things to do, like watch old episodes of MacGyver.
And yes, my brother is one of those crackheads. He’s been running regular triathalons for several years, but those were not challenging enough, I guess? (I told you, he’s psycho) He hired a trainer earlier this year and has been doing this intense training/diet ever since to prepare for this ONE day of FUN! FUN! FUN!
Since the run portion of this silverman thingy is a marathon distance, my Bro thought he’d run one as part of his training. Namely? The Chicago Marathon which was held yesterday. Unfortunately – there was some sort of timing issue that his trainer did not want him running the whole thing, so he was only allowed to run, I think 19 miles of it (ONLY? HA!). Around 11am or so (the race started at 8am), I thought I’d call him and leave a message to let him know I had been thinking about him while I ate chocolate and sat on my ass.
And guess what? HE ANSWERED THE DAMN PHONE.
WHILE HE WAS RUNNING THE MARATHON.
Seriously, he actually had his phone on him and was able to talk (I think he was about 15 miles in?) to me for a moment while he ran. Of course I was all flustered like, “Oh god, I’m sorry to bother you, um, call me later, love you, okay?” and hung up quickly because HE WAS RUNNING A DAMN MARATHON. He probably could have died trying to talk to me on the phone and run at the same time. I get winded talking on the phone and doing LAUNDRY for chrissakes, and let’s don’t discuss how easily I would have tripped trying to do both at once.
He’s a damn freak.