Half MaraHams. Or why I enjoy the fatsos 'run' races... So this fall I decided fuck it, I'm gonna run a marathon because fuck me, that's why. That's in January. At Disney World. Mark you calendars for the post race report about the fat fucks who attempt it. Being the kind of asshole who enjoys the gratification of laughing at hams who waddlerun in events I signed up for a pair of half marathons. The first one I did had a wave for fatslow people that was an hour before the half marathon proper. By mile 10 I had forgotten this because honestly by mile 10 IDGAF. So I'm wondering how these fat fucks are ahead of me, it keeps me going, I feed off of passing them even though they had an hour head-start. There is no better fuel than knowing that because you didn't fuck your body with the 'beetus or HAES you can pass these delusional hippos who are 90% women... (well 60% fat by mass but women at some point...) Today I did another one. It had one heat. But it was a loop... So you could pass the fatfucks going the opposite direction. And the closer you got to the finish the more glorious it was (i.e. they were not far into the race at all as you were finishing). What topped it off was during the walk to the car I was going parallel to the last 1/2 mile to the finish line. These fucking fat whales couldn't jog the last half mile, THEY HAD TO WALK! I mean holy fuck. If there was ever a time to fucking try it is at the end. Even better guess what was in last place...  