mikeoneill said:
Such was the scene throughout much of Albuquerque's elite running community in the 1990s and earl.............
http://www.runnersworld.com/elite-runners/confessions-eddy-hellebuyck?page=single
the place has a reputation
Has anyone read the article all the way through ? So:
serial adulterer womansier;
guy who gets so paralytic before a major marathon he has to be hospitalised;
is taken to court by one of his tennants over srerious wrong-doing;
conducts currency fraud at customs;
has a huge list of question marks over alleged double dealing with other tennants, packing 6 into a room for 1 or 2, whips shoes and sells them to others;
a whole pile of things, of which if only 20% were true would have any sane person thinking this guy cannot be trusted;
now this guy tells he he got on the sauce for the first time ever in 2001 !
"Starting in 1999, we noticed a trend," Shawn says. "Athletes had new sorts of requests."
Come off it, is she telling us marathons were run by people who had not worked out the benefit of the EPO until 1999 !
Just who are these two taking the p**s out of ? The dumb journo who is noting all this garbage down, or so they really think everyone is a stupid as the people they have been renting the rooms out to ?
"Several of the French guys would arrive at the airport, and when I helped them with their luggage, I felt the ice packs in their backpacks," Hellebuyck says. "This was their EPO. The stuff had to be refrigerated. When it was time to fly home, the guys would offer their leftover EPO to me, free of charge, but I always say no. In fact, I don't want to even know about it. I'm no prude, far from it, but I never doped [back then], even in the days in Belgium
Where is that emoticon - picking yourself up off the floor after laughing your head off.
We know the two versions of the Radcliffe story;
1- clean;
2 - if you can't beat them, join them, but keep up with the "kick em out" stuff because it makes you look good.
The selection of Walsh for her autobiography was something that made me read it. I came out of that with the idea that he packed it with unreadable garbage because he didn't want to write what he thought, and what he thought, he had no evidence for. So he decided let's leave it exactly where it is, an unimaginably dull read, that certainly will not recruit a single human being to her fan club, but does not contain a smidgen of a suggestion that she did anything wrong. Before reading it, I was marginally in the "believers" camp. I didn't find it the tale of athlete who was robbed by cheats. There was no anger burning through.
Why the hell do you want to go an live in Monaco and boast about all the other rich people you meet?