There was a man named Shinzo Kanakuri. He joined the 1912 Summer Olympics in Stockholm. It got really hot, so he stopped mid-way for a drink. It must’ve been one bitch of a heat cos he stayed for an hour and by then, he was too ashamed to continue the race. So he went home. The Olympics people didn’t know where the hell he went and put him down as missing. 50 years later, he joined the Summer Olympics again and this time, he finished it. His time was: 54 years, 8 months, 6 days, 8 hours, 32 minutes and 20.3 seconds.
This was Shinzo Kanakuri. He was happy because he finished the marathon even though he was the slowest marathoner in the world. He’s dead now.
I feel a bit better. Thank you, Shinzo.
2 Comments
May 22, 2009 at 10:43 AM
I think maybe he won, and some others didnt want him to win, so they continued the old timer :p
May 23, 2009 at 3:29 AM
you’re so cynical … i think it’s a beautiful story. or more to the point – i think it’s a USEFUL story. useful for me.