News from the zoo... our resident Gorilla completes his 3 runs

Hello Sports Fans,

What a weekend. Not a cloud in the sky for 2 days and, wouldn't you know it, unusually high temperatures. Just what we gorillas needed - I don't think.

There were some very unusual sights in the Gorilla Run, most of us, thanks to our trainers, looked ridiculous, none more so than yours truly. One poor animal must have been particularly tiresome because his trainer made him push a supermarkrt trolley around loaded with bananas and pineapples. I wonder if he knew in advance that there would be more than 20 sets of steps to go up and down and the fact that the pavements were covered by "Foreign Jonnies" taking photographs and getting in the way.

Anyway, after Saturday's frolics I managed to slip away from the trainer and go for a beer. It felt good so I went to another bar and had a few more. That felt good so I went to another bar and drank lots of wine. That felt good so I went to a restaurant, had a meal and drank more wine.

Sunday morning got up early for my banana. That didn't feel good anymore. Now I had to run 13 miles in the heat with something I can't remember the name of. It was either a hang-over, a bend-over or an its-all-over. Whichever it was, it felt like all three. Somehow I managed to get round just 30 seconds slower than the 13 miles the previous weekend in Newcastle and by now I was feeling good again so I went for a very large beer and then the whole cycle of drinking and eating started again.

There's a lot to be said for running. Well, in truth, there's a lot to be said for celebrating the fact that you have stopped running.

Not sure what the trainer has lined up for me next. He seems a bit pre-occupied. He's fed up of sleeping rough and decided to try to get back with his wife so he bought this book on self-assertiveness. After reading it in my cage he stormed off home and said to his wife" From now on I'm the man in this house, my word is law, you will cook me a gourmet meal this evening, you will get me a crate of beer, you will run me a bath and guess who is going to dress me and comb my hair?" So she says "The undertaker".

It's nice to have company again. Maybe I'll take him out for a beer tonight.

	Author:	Michael Gorillaman (Michael Gorillaman's profile, Michael Gorillaman's blog)
	Posted On:	Wednesday, 30th September '09, 11:35am
	Tags:	Distance Running, Marathon Training and Running
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