Man, lose more and more respect for this guy the more I hear about him. Also, that writing is abysmal. Practically screams, "Im smart, no seriously! Please think I am smart!"
Man, lose more and more respect for this guy the more I hear about him. Also, that writing is abysmal. Practically screams, "Im smart, no seriously! Please think I am smart!"
This is horrible, horrible writing.
Yeah he claims he is not a great writer but the fact at the end of the day is the guy is really likeable has hooked up with some babes and has some awesome stories. I'm pumped to see what ends up in the final copy. A lot of haters who are jealous!
He placed her carefully like a large terra-cotta urn and skillfully set about his work, as concentrated as a specialist restorer focused on her intricate finish, as if she wasn't even there. A tug here and her singlet fell to her waist. He tilted her head back to get under her chin, and his thumbs on her jaw and her throat and her chest moved swiftly, smoothing the skin as if it was quick-drying clay.
They no longer felt the cold. Their blood was flowing so fast in their veins that she tore off her spikes and so did he. There was no more pain; knees and back were pressed into the Mondo track, but that became part of their pleasure, completing it. She knew that she was close, but it was still a very remote feeling, because she was entirely connected to the world: her body and his body mingled with the rubber and grass, with life and death. She remained in that state for as long as possible, while some part of her was vaguely conscious that she was doing things she had never done before. What she was feeling, though, was the bringing together once more of herself and the meaning of life; it was a return to the garden of Eden; it was the moment when Eve was reabsorbed into Adam's body and the two halves became Creation.
At last, she could no longer control the world around her, her five senses seemed to break free and she wasn't strong enough to hold on to them. As if struck by a sacred bolt of lightning, she unleashed them, and the world, the track, the aluminum curb, the sandy jump pit, the water of the steeplechase pit, the hurdles, all disappeared, and in their place appeared a vast golden light, which grew and grew until it touched the most distant star in the galaxy.
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He placed her carefully like a large terra-cotta urn and skillfully set about his work, as concentrated as a specialist restorer focused on her intricate finish, as if she wasn't even there. A tug here and her singlet fell to her waist. He tilted her head back to get under her chin, and his thumbs on her jaw and her throat and her chest moved swiftly, smoothing the skin as if it was quick-drying clay.They no longer felt the cold. Their blood was flowing so fast in their veins that she tore off her spikes and so did he. There was no more pain; knees and back were pressed into the Mondo track, but that became part of their pleasure, completing it. She knew that she was close, but it was still a very remote feeling, because she was entirely connected to the world: her body and his body mingled with the rubber and grass, with life and death. She remained in that state for as long as possible, while some part of her was vaguely conscious that she was doing things she had never done before. What she was feeling, though, was the bringing together once more of herself and the meaning of life; it was a return to the garden of Eden; it was the moment when Eve was reabsorbed into Adam's body and the two halves became Creation.
At last, she could no longer control the world around her, her five senses seemed to break free and she wasn't strong enough to hold on to them. As if struck by a sacred bolt of lightning, she unleashed them, and the world, the track, the aluminum curb, the sandy jump pit, the water of the steeplechase pit, the hurdles, all disappeared, and in their place appeared a vast golden light, which grew and grew until it touched the most distant star in the galaxy.
You're cracking me up, thank you!
this is an excellent trolling effort! congratulations - 10/10
runreader wrote:
Yeah he claims he is not a great writer but the fact at the end of the day is the guy is really likeable has hooked up with some babes and has some awesome stories. I'm pumped to see what ends up in the final copy. A lot of haters who are jealous!
I for one am grateful when runners get braces much later in life. The alternative would be to have a caveman jaw like Symmonds. He really should consider braces by age 35.
runreader wrote:
5'9 almost 5'10
Don't bother to reply to the Fake K5.
He is a Nancyboy
We make love perched on the steeple barrier, the danger of falling into the water pit adding a frisson of danger that only magnifies our excitement. When I touch her, my fingers don't question what she is. My body knows who she is. She is unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She begins to chafe from the rough coating of the barrier and I lovingly place my compression socks between her and the offending roughness. In my mind the bell rings for the last lap, and I begin straining, straining, hoping to pass before hitting the curve. I catch her rhythm, pulling and releasing, cradling and crushing; pushing up through my fingers with each swing, like a large female hammer thrower spinning and heaving in her wind-up. Her sounds shift from moans to grunts, insistent, almost desperate cries from the throat. I begin my patented kick for home, but she's ahead of me heaving in her passion out into lane three, blocking me. We gather ourselves for a final effort and leaning at the line collapse in mutual pleasure.
runreader wrote:
Read the first draft of Symmonds book today. Book details hookup with maggie vessey and paris hilton etc. All I can say is Symmonds is the man and nike really lit a fire under him.
He is the MAN. He banged two dumb blondes and then published a penthouse-quality account of the encounters.
hate on him all you want, the dude is a professional runner who has PRs of 1:42.95 and 3:34.55, is an Olympian, has medalled at Worlds and has banged the likes of Paris Hilton among who knows how many other dimes.
runreader wrote:
Plenty.....like I said you will think he is the absolute man after reading
An absolutely attention man whore with arrested personality development perhaps...
Would be an 8/10 without the P Hilton mention.
Hooking up with Paris Hilton is nothing to be proud of.
vivalarepublica wrote:
Hooking up with Paris Hilton is nothing to be proud of.
name the hottest woman you've engaged in sexual intercourse with.
Agreed. Paris Hilton is a skank.
Now the Maggie Vessey hookup, I am impressed.
I'd like to point out that every one of these excerpts sounds like a serial killer describing how he murdered his latest victim. I mean, "I placed her down like a teracotta vase"? "Arms and legs all over the place"?
10/10, amazing that you've convinced multiple people that these are real quotes from Nick Symmonds.
Not many posts make me laugh. Congratulations.
Indeed, first rate trolling. So many gullible dummies here.
9/10
800 analyzer wrote:
Indeed, first rate trolling. So many gullible dummies here.
9/10
Great trolling!!
9/10
Nick isn't dumb enough to detail his hookups, that kind of thing is a PR death sentence unless it's in a memoir.
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