Party now, for tomorrow Our Man may die. Yep, what seemed an eternity away when he signed up for it is now upon him - the Half Marathon from Hell* starts at 9am on Sunday, Central Standard Abiko Time.
And Our Man has hardly trained at all these last couple of weeks, although he is right this very moment keepng himself lubricated with a high energy sports drink known in these parts as Suntory Malts, just to keep his body loosened up for the 21km Great Trek round the Abikan Dead Sea.
Before he meets his pacemaker, he would just like to say a hearty thanks to all those kind souls who have donated cash to Our Man's charity to shut him up, but it didn't work. See, there are folk in Africa and such places who still need your help. For every two quid (three bucks or so) you donate on your credit card, a brand new book wings its way to some unfortunate sod who could do great things. Oh yeah? Yeah. Like this chap here who should be all the proof you need of the value of a good old book.
So, if you haven't coughed up some virtual loose change skinflints of the world, do it now, and send it to Our Man's Swiss bank account, er, donation page here. And then Our Man will shut up about it. Probably.
*Also known as the Teganuma Eco Marathon. Really.
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Our Man's marathon - AKA dead man walking
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