Even saying the word itself is a little bit too long for me, and I tend to slur its three syllables to 2. But I don't think you can cheat like that in the real thing. The thought of it scares me shitless. The thought of all that road, all that water, all that travelling along and through all that road and water. Not racing, mind. I have no intention of doing that. Tell you that for free right now so I will. Just travelling. Slowly, probably. If I'm going to do this thing, it will be with the patience and dignity of the fat kid at the back of the 100m who already knows he's lost and knows he'll get a hand when he finishes anyway, so he just stops running and starts walking.
Tip my hat to Ben. Following in your footsteps!
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