Hardcore

So just when I'm feeling good about my training, I read about things like this and feel like a complete pansy.

An excerpt from stuff.co.nz on the Maasai:

"They survive on fresh blood drained from the neck of a living cow, they often run for days and nights on end to find water and their shoes are made from car tires cut up and strapped to their feet.

So running the London Marathon should be no problem for six Maasai warriors who have come to Britain from their village of Elaui in northern Tanzania as part of a campaign to raise money to find a vital water source (www.maasaimarathon.org).

"Back at home we sometimes run for 5 or 6 days, day and night," Isaya, a young warrior clothed in a red robe and adorned with traditional beaded jewelry, told Reuters in an interview. "Twenty-six miles not far."

He and his fellow warriors, all between 20 and 25 years old, expect to reach the finish line of Sunday's race within four and a half hours."


Um, yeah. The blood of cows? Seriously? All the Gatorade marketing in the world can't top that.

I'm going to go eat my nice, viral-free Subway sandwich now to follow up my hour-long urban gym workout.

Steph out.