SHIT MY DAD DOES
Yesterday I mentioned that I have been training for a marathon. One of the reasons I’ve chosen to tackle such an ambitious physical challenge is because my father has inspired me with his own carnal feats. The man ran a 3 hour marathon. That puts him in the top 2% of all marathoners.
And yes, I invented that statistic. But I suppose that running 42 kilometers in 3 hours is impressive enough to convince you of his physical prowess.
In this photo, Reg is bucking up some lumber — note the sandals and the helpful location of the helmet. It makes me wonder how I survived my childhood.
Anyone have a good caption for this one?