Seconding this guy.
People ask me if I follow him as his trusty second.
He’s actually too fast. And I’m actually not trusty.
With traffic and comrades-chaos I more than likely wouldn’t be able to keep up with ol’ #fastlegs .
My lovely dad takes him to the start, I see him in Hillcrest after which I make my way to the finish. The entire time I’m driving thinking ‘who the hell would dooooo this to themselves’.
It’s a good thing I don’t dedicate myself to being his second. I’m so crap. I take the T out of Trusty. (See what I did there).
3 years ago he asked me to give him a banana when he came through Hillcrest.
I thought I would be more than just a banana handler and open it for him so that he could just grab and chow. I like to exceed expectations. I’m diligent like that.
All was going well as I stood there focused on ‘The Handoff’.
Banana open. Donning my running shoes because he does.not.stop.running and I struggle to keep up for that 100m or so-boobs almost knocking me unconscious, back fat escaping.
As I saw his gorgeous being magnificently appear at the top of old main road I felt banana-ready.
And then it broke.
There by my highly neglected Nike lunar glides lay his sustenance to get up Bothas Hill.
Seriously, I had ONE job.
I naturally burst into fits of giggles. But he was coming and I needed to act fast. Focus Kelly.
So quick thinking me picked it up, licked the dirt off and tried to squelch it back into the part remaining in my hand.
I thought nobody had noticed but across the road I saw my best friend almost weeing her pants with laughter.
He was nearly here. Act cool.
I gave it to him whilst holding eye contact like a bit of a psycho so he didn’t see the spot of dirt I had missed on the now mushy, sand-tinged banana.
Handoff successful. ?
In future years my banana handling skills have improved somewhat. I can now multi task with a banana and a GU-zero droppages. ??
So to the partners who second on the entire route. Salt, food, massages even.
slow clap #overachievers.