Running along Accra beach in Barbados. Group of athletes sprint training on the beach. Hey, big guy, wanna play? Why not? The locals are so friendly, be rude not to. I lined up alongside them. Then started to get nervous - they were setting into perfect spinters starts... Go! and they left me for dead. Fast as whippet after a rabbit. Theyd finished and I was just starting. I smiled, jogged past the smiling bunch who had just hammered me. Later, on our beach, three of them walked past. See Kirsty! Thats why they beat me! Hes got a Barbados National Track and Field top on! Thats why they beat me! Kirsty rolled her eyes at me. Gary. Theyre about 13.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 19:53:52 +0000
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