It’s the final day of our epic adventure. As a group hopes are high. We are all meeting up in the early evening to pound the final four kilometres on Monaco’s famous racing circuit. We’ve all enjoyed a great start to the day, treated to a final day lie in and enjoying a breakfast of fine coffee and tasty brioche. Glorious. However as we’ve set about our running tasks as individuals we’re all having mildly different experiences, but all are mixed with stunning views of the French/Italian Riveria;
Cupcake, has enjoyed a cruise along the sun soaked coastline, his aviator sunglasses masking his wayward glances and his bare torso attracting the attentions of the local ladies.
GUPO is suffering. Like all members of team run our esteemed tax consultant is no stranger to pain. Rupert is popping more pills than that guy doing the big box little box dance in the middle of Liverpool Street. These drugs are legal. Team Run say no to untaxed remedies.
The White Kenyon is hitting the factor 50 hard. The harsh sun battering the fair skinned Watson with more heat then a Vindaloo the morning after. However, living up to his name sake, the White Kenyan shows no sign of stopping.
AG struggled through 8km this morning, his thighs tighter than GUPO’s lycra (which is VERY tight and somewhat unsightly in the morning). With 12km to go AG has enjoyed his first Gellatti of the day and is looking forward to crossing that finish line whilst listening to Virgin Radio’s ‘soft rock’.
GK’s Scottish ancestors would roll about in their graves at the thought of their descendant’s labours in the 32 degrees of Italian sunshine. With a bandanna and knee support GK hopes to create some interesting tan lines and is looking forward to capping off the final 12km in slightly less oppressive heat.
Shannon and RT are currently missing in action. Presumed alive for the time being.
At this time, the team collectively have about 60K until the magical final figure is reached. With the hills of Monaco looming, the journey from the Eternal City to the Playboy Capital, from purity to disgrace, is almost complete.
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