By Vince on
18/01/2008 12:15
New York Marathon. November 4th 2007
‘Another round, dude?’ My good friend Barry asks.
I look at Caroline and she shrugs, ‘We’re on holiday, right?’
‘Yeah, vodka tonic dude.’ I blare at him above the banging hip hop.
We are standing in the crowded trendy bar of the Hudson Hotel in midtown New York. We’ve just flown 9 hours to get here and the beers preceding the vodka tonic have gone down way too nicely.
The floor is lit from below and the coloured glass tiles are already a bit blurred.
‘You’re running the Marathon on Sunday, right?’ Barry’s fiancée, Liz, asks.
‘Yeah.’
She points at my empty glass and shrugs. ‘And your drinking?’
‘It’s only Friday and we’re on holiday.’ I say defensively.
The truth is, I’m worried about running the marathon. I’m told it’s not the same as shuffling out an Ironman...
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