A WILD CHALLENGER APPEARS!
WARNING! INCOMING ULTRASPERG!
OK, as I've stated before, I was a marathon runner for a long time, I didn't quit taking it seriously until I got mauled up pretty bad and ended up walking with a cane.
But I took this shit seriously enough I was on the marathon team for the Army Corps I was in, the Division, and any other time they could get me out there when I wasn't mission essential.
So...
7 mph, 60 hours, one month.
2 hours a day.
14 miles a day IF she ran every day.
Let's get into me real quick.
He's not a distance runner. I know that the above poster talked about height, but I was 6' and a marathon runner. Now, I was slightly hampered because I had a lot of upper body muscle, but the only time I got less than a 90 score on my APFT (Army Physical Fitness Test) which was around 13:00 for the 2 mile at the time, was when I took my first APFT after spending a few months in the hospital. Three months later I maxed it for my category. Before the Army I was a Cross Country runner starting in 7th Grade and in 9th Grade I was moved from JV to Varsity rather than having to be JV like the other 9th Graders. I ran my first marathon at 12, sixth grade, as part of a school canned food drive and fell in love with distance running, hiking, and the like. My best time on the APFT 2-Mile was 12:12, a memorable number, my first year in the military. When I ran a marathon, I shot for 7-8 minute miles the first half, and tried not to drop below 9 minute miles for the second half, which is the hardest, because you've used up all your easily convertible fat and energy stores and
your body thinks you're dying. I ran a 100 mile marathon more than once. I did the Nijmegen March four times.
I was an actual marathon runner. I fucking loved it.
I am one of those retards who ran 10 miles 3X a week, 15 miles 2X a week on even weeks 1X a week on odd weeks, 5 miles one day on even weeks, 2X a week on odd weeks, then one day off to heal up. I often ran with a full combat ruck and in uniform with combat boots. Once a week I ran in full battle rattle with my rifle because my unit thought I was a crazy person and they thought it was funny. I ate, routinely, more than 2 other adults. Sometimes, while doing the 10 mile run, I'd eat an MRE on the run. Once a month I did a 20 mile run if I hadn't done a marathon that month. Before I ran a marathon, I wouldn't do more than 3 miles for a few days.
You could tell, instantly, looking at my legs. (Funny thing is, I had slight 'love handles' because I wanted rapid transfer fat AKA brown fat (the science at the time) so I had extra reserves)
Wu the Wendigo does NOT have the body of a long distance runner, not even on the off season. Now, before you say that's because Wu is a woman, the Wendigo does NOT look like a female marathoner. (They like to fuck, show off their bodies, and drink beer because good hefe weissen beer is liquid bread to a runner, so I've seen plenty naked) Their face has too much fat to be a long distance runner. She's got the weight of a slovenly couch potato, not a runner.
That matters. She wouldn't have bingo wings, for fucking one. That's fat that her body would have slurped right up the first month of 15+ mile days. There's no 'skinny fat' unless you're carbing and calorie-ing up for the marathon because you're gonna run ALL that shit off. Every fucking bit. It wasn't uncommon for me to lose a 'dangerous' amount of weight on the marathon run and I'd eat everything in sight for almost a week straight to the point where the chow hall just let me eat. The week before the marathon I'd just go back over and over and eat and eat. I'd finish the night off with taco salad and hefe weissen. It was all gone by the 15 mile mark.
She is FLABBY. Her legs are flabby, she has cankles, her thighs look like shit, her calves are fucking terrible (you can tell she doesn't wear high heels, she doesn't even have the 'bowling pin' look high heels give tall women), her waist is too thick, she's got a gut, she has bingo wings and a second chin.
ALL of that vanishes if you are doing serious marathon work.
Now, why am I bringing all of this up?
She claims that she was:
Running 7 miles and hour for 60 hours in a month.
That is a fucking BRUTAL training regimen. The kind you do for the Death Valley race or the Dragon's Back race.
It's easy to go "Oh, that's only two hours a day" and look away.
BUZZZ!
If you run EVERY DAY FOR A MONTH AT THAT SPEED your ankles, knees, and most of all, your hips and lower back are fucking destroyed. Yes, a treadmill isn't like when I was running on cobblestones to run from Fulda to the Monastery Brewery, but that is a BRUTAL amount of running.
That's 14 miles a day. I know that a treadmill runs under your feet, so you don't get winded as easy (I've seen people claim that they are doing 4 minute miles for 10 miles on a treadmill) but I was a ground runner. Treadmills don't prepare you for the brutality of a full length marathon.
14 miles a day for 30 days is 420 miles total IF he ran every day.
That's probably why he chose that, thinking he was funny.
Anyway, let's get back to Wu's sperging instead of me stroking my dick.
To someone who doesn't run, running two hours a day sounds feasible.
Seven miles doesn't sound that fast.
Except...
In two hours, that's 14 miles.
That's IF he ran every day.
Let's knock off 5 days for healing. So, that's 25 days.
Even with that, he's got a brutal training regimen going on. He's going to be burning calories like a motherfucker with that speed. It's still 7 mph, which is pretty fucking fast for running 2 hours.
The physical COST of the speed he's supposedly running isn't even funny. Sure, he'll say "Oh, it's the distance of a half-marathon <insert Wendigo-Wu snarl>"
I don't care.
Look what happened in the Boston Marathon this year. (Fun fact, the Fulda Marathon in 1989 had serious heat issues because cloudy day, high humidity, high heat equaled runners passing out)
I know I'm sperging, but there is NOT A FUCKING CHANCE that the Wendigo is doing 7mph for 2 hours a day 30 days a week.
If you add in 1 day a week off, he's doing 7 mph for 26 days at a little over 2 hours a day.
If he's only doing 5 days a week, he's running even more each day.
There's no way in FUCK this flabby ghoul is running a 10 minute mile after the first hour, treadmill or no.
He's not in shape.
He doesn't have the right body type.
HE HAS AN AXE WOUND IN HIS CROTCH!
See, that right there? That unhealed axe wound?
Yeah, NO FUCKING WAY his body is handling 2 hours of running or more at 7mph every day for a fucking month.
Go ahead, go out and run 14 miles in 2 hours, right now. Now, go take a shit. You feel that? Feel how your insides feel fucking bruised as fuck? That's from the constant jarring as you ran for two fucking hours straight.
His body is COMPROMISED. His abdominal wall is compromised. His penis is missing and he has a fucking hole in his abdomen leading STRAIGHT DOWN. Every running step slams all of that straight down. (I knew female runners who'd tell me their assholes/cervixes hurt after about 10 miles)
There is no fucking way this guy is running seriously for 2 hours a day at 7 MPH unless he's just hanging on the bars and letting the treadmill run under his feet at high speed.
Not without his fucking guts dropping down around his fucking ankles.
PL Again: I ran my APFT 60 days after getting my appendix removed and I bruised across the entire scar, and this was an old-school appendectomy. My fucking guts hurt BAD.
No fucking way the Wendigo Wu is running like that.
He's letting the treadmill do all the fucking work.
TL
R; Wu's a fucking liar.
