Half way through my ramblings...

.....A few more nervous moments and the starting gun goes off at promptly 10am. The start of the race was insane. Everyone was pushing and yelling and shit. 35,000 people trying to run on the same bridge, it was out of control. I just kinda laid back for that first up hill mile over the bridge, trying not to kill myself. Once I saw that my 1st mile time was 9 minutes, I picked up my pase and was down to 7 minutes for my 2nd mile into Brooklyn. Then somewhere around the 3rd mile I met up with my buddy again. P-Diddy, and all his entourage; One biker, a few trainers and bodyguards on left and right. I flew by him, and didn't see him for the rest of the race.

I did get to see signs for him all over the friggen place though. People love that fucker. I think he is a piss ass cocky piece of shit, who can eat my ass. He pays his personal trainer 500,000 a year. Drop the trainer, give THAT money to charity, stop the media event and quit acting like you are so great for completing the NYC marathon, even though 349,999 other people ran it that same day. Maybe next year for his amazing showing of generosity he can not go out and spend 1 million dollars on his birthday, and donate that to the poor inner-city kids. Drink a bottle of kris for the unfortunate, Diddy, raise dat glass to Biggy up above, and suck a fat dick, cause I hate you, and I beat you by 45 minutes. Fucking pussy. Oh and by the way, btw, that bum knee thing was a lie. He is just fat. Believe me; he was not struggling because of any leg problems......

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