Given the fact that the poor bastard who first ran 26.2 miles collapsed and died the instant he stopped running, you have to think that there is a little bit of crazy inside every marathon runner. I mean, not the “have sex with your pit bull in front of your neighbors” kind of crazy, but a “going to do something even though at one point, 100 percent of the people who did this died afterward” kind of crazy.
And if you’ve ever had the pleasure of watching a marathon or triathlon or any kind of race, you know that the participant’s mindset is that every step and every second matters. That’s why taking the inside edge on turns is a good idea.
Well, except when there’s a checkered pole waiting around the corner that’s the perfect height to crush your cock and balls if you plow into it. And wouldn’t you know it, that’s exactly what happened to this poor guy in Belgium:
It’s just so damn funny when it’s not your nards.
Hey, in the words of a hysterical talking teddy bear named Ted, “That’s what you get for fucking exercising.”
h/t Barstool Sports
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