We had a running competion somewhere in
Finland and we had to take cars to get there. Before the race there was few hours
to kill and we went to a
superstore to get something to eat. Most of the guys bought just
candy. So did Ari who was supposed to compete on 800m, like I did. There were six packages of
liquorice next to us, between ice creams and other frosen articles. I joked that Ari should eat them all. And not for my great
surprise he had a theory that if you eat loads of
liquorice running will be easy. I couldn't
keep straight face and I left him with the packages feeling good about the race with candy-filled mates...