It's not often that me and Jakers have intellectual conversations but this is one we had the other day. It started with me reading his t.shirt that he got for taking part in the marathon. It read: The Belfast Marathon's 30th Year 1982-2011.
Me: How can it it be the Belfast Marathon's 30th Year?
Jakes: I know, i thought that?
Me: Because it's 1982-2011, that can't be 30 years.
Jakes: I know.
Me: Because we were born in 1982 and we're not 30 'til next year?
Jakes: I know, that's what I thought.
Me: And for it to be 30 years it would have to end in an even number and 2011 is an
odd number.
Jakes: I know.
Me: And it would have to end in the number 2!
Jakes: I know.
Then I proceeded to count (on my fingers) from 1982 to 2011 and, sure enough, it was 30 years. This fries my head a wee bit.
But anyway, the point of this story is to congratulate Jakers in his participation of this year's (the 30th year) Belfast marathon. Well done baby! He had sore knees but the rats kissed them better.
2 comments:
It's because a baby starts counting at zero but the marathon starts counting at one.
I think it's just some cheap ploy to get into pubs younger but maybe there's more to it.
It did make sense in the end. Though I don't see why the marathon gets to start at one and not zero. It must think it's better than a baby.
Good to see you back TK!
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