Tio Mila 2001
Ben, “Black Jack” Baker and I rocked up for Tio Mila in 2001 all bright eyed and bushy tailed for our first experience of the legendary night relay… We had all thought that we would run for IFK Goteborg. However, after a devilish final selection twist it was only myself and Black Jack who had made the IFK Goteborg 2 team, leaving Ben cast aside into the increasingly muddy field as the redundant charge of the blue and white dynamite. So he went off in search of a run with another club… Goteborg-Majorna, “away and shove it up your Skatås” they said… Halden… “This club ain’t big enough for two West Midlanders, you’re gonna have to fight Jon Duncan for it” they said… Eventually it was the good people of Kristinehamn/Degerfors/Filip who played the good Samaritan and gave Big Ben a run. He was lapping it up… there was a fit blonde bird in the club, they gave him a free top and then told him to wait in the pen for the incoming runner. It all went smoothly the incoming runner came in and Ben went out for his first experience of night time Tio Mila action. We waited, and we waited, and we waited, and we waited …for the food to cook, when suddenly Ben just appeared in the IFK tent about 2.45am white as the full moon above the arena…. “Food!” he slurred in his deep Brummy accent, “I’ve bloody hit the wall”. Now Ben is a healthy vegetarian, and would never go near meat in all the time I had known him, but as luck would have it - or not as the case was for Ben - we did have food available in this refuge which he had managed to crawl the last 3km of the course to, ...but it was Korv (Swedish Hot Dogs). So it was perhaps diagnostic of the state Ben was in that went ahead and stuck his hand in the boiling pot of water that they were cooking in, grabbed about 8 of them, before proceeding to stuff them all into his mouth… eventually after a while he started to get his focus back and started to leave the Korvs alone… So after this he got changed into some dry clothes and the two of us went out in the cold dark night to find the IFK army tent… Eventually we found it, and found a few bodies sleeping in it… and we thought, “Right then, obviously we should have brought sleeping bags with us this weekend!”… So in the most cheekiest, unselfish and dumbest moment I have ever known Ben to have had, he managed to pinch someone else’s sleeping bag and give it to me …without finding another one for himself! So I got in the sleeping bag and went to sleep whilst Ben froze his Gonads off under two Haglofs Gore-Tex jackets and a couple of black bin liners…
So since Ben has now built his character, perhaps you would like to vote for him to use it…
http://www.c905photocompetition.com/?page_id=22
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