Let me tell you about leg six.
It was the one after mine. While Sharon was running it, Michael was driving the convertible and I was running out into traffic from it to support her. If she needs anything I had to get it to her as quickly as possible. I also don’t want to distract her much because she likes to zone out. She likes to zone out so much while she listens to the iPod that she starts to sing out loud. (We got it on film.)
While I was in front of her, waiting with some water, another runner (cute girl too) asked if the leg was nine kilometers of nine miles. I suppose the confusion can come from it being a 100 mile relay, but this is Canada. Nine kilometers. The next question was how far is that in miles. Since she was cute we figured out the correct answer and got the information to her as quickly as possible. Men will do almost anything for a smile from a cute girl.
Leg six is almost all downhill. Almost. The last mile is uphill. And after your leg muscles have had a long time to go downhill, they don’t switch gears easily. So she complained about it to me.
Please see the profile comparisons between my leg and her leg.
Yeah, not a lot of sympathy going on here.