Conveniently enough, last Sunday was the City to Surf, the famous Sydney run. Back in the day, when we lived in Bondi, we always had a party after the race. Andrew would do a ridiculous time (like 56 minutes), drag himself home and drink beer for the rest of the afternoon. Ah, the good old days.
Back then, Hol was a tiny thing. Now he's 10, and this year he ran the City to Surf for the first time. I should add that he's never run more than 5km at a time before, although he does always win his school cross country.
So, the little so-and-so ran it in 87 minutes. That's 14km, including the reknowned Heartbreak Hill. By the time I had crawled to the end, he was already planning next year's run.
Here's a photo of the champ, taken by The Bank's photographer - yeah, there are some advantages to working for a large evil corporation, like 'hospitality' and photographers at the end of a run.
Oh, and just in case he sulks because I haven't mentioned him enough, Andrew was a PREFERRED runner this year. Unlike normal people, he got his name on his bib. Very special.
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