Hey Gramps!
I got my Medical Certificate today from Dr. Boris for the Marathon du Medoc, the very idea of which set him off, peals of laughter circling the examining room. When I explained the wine tasting part of the marathon he howled some more, clearly tickled with those crazy French bureaucrats and their need for a piece of paper that says I'll probably survive a marathon...
Did 34.5 kilometres yesterday and then have been typing around the clock like mad to make a deadline.
All the sitting in a chair yesterday in front of a computer screen has been killing me. Sore ass, sore back...
Did 34.5 kilometres yesterday and then have been typing around the clock like mad to make a deadline.
All the sitting in a chair yesterday in front of a computer screen has been killing me. Sore ass, sore back...
posted by Vince Hemingson at 4:45 PM
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Boston used to require a check-up by the race doc. Many fine racers were DQ'ed because they had dangerously slow heart rates (athletically induced bradycardia). They eventually stopped this foolish practice. Maybe the French will, too!
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