'Get the kids. I peed on these rags. Put them over your faces and get in the car'
PR'd my half marathon distance after working 14½ hours yesterday. Just cracked the hundred minute mark. Started my kick 3 km from the finish line because I was so sick of running near these two gym bro goggins souls. Totally dusted them.
Made a marathon distance on Sunday with >1100m of elevation gain. It was a 21.1 km loop and I had two beers, 2 smokes and one shit before I started the second loop. Took me 5 hours and 15 minutes altogether.
So I am like: do you want me in the field making sure the workers are doing a good, sage and efficient job or do you want me sitting in an office filling out paperwork? I cannot do both. My job is to direct the labour and it is someone else's job to provide me with the manpower, tools and permits.
My paw is here, human... Kiss it if you want to live.
