127,000 feet is roughly 38km. So he's fallen as far as I've run in competitions this year... And he only took 9 minutes. About as long as it takes me to get my knees warmed up...
Absolutely amazing... couldn't believe he actually just jumped. And he didn't even scream...
Makes my mud running and mid life triathlons look a bit tame.
But I'm not taking up skydiving!
Just a week to go to the Mud Runner Classic now - still fartleking and bricking and doing loads of physio on my knees. Wee Gill not only has her birthday on the day, but will also achieve Mud Master status - YAY! Come and congratulate her if you see us.
We'll be easy to spot...
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