The Shepmates Olympics: The Intense Battle for Victory in Challenge 10

Oh no, this is intense. Now you go now you go 100 to go. Strike, strike strike. I think I’m gonna throw up guys, we’re at our park. This is Challenge 10. It’s all on the line. Do or die. If I lose, I have to get a tattoo on my ass and if I win, I don’t and I’m just the better twin. That’s right. The athletic leg of the Shepmates Olympics was upon us. What’s been a wild journey had potential. We all come down to this and I think we found the perfect race. Today’s challenge is 15 meter. Yeah. Oh fuck. To do this, we called in two beasts of the fitness community to help coach us. I’ll be honest, I would smoke Louie to 15. Prime Train has the honesty of a politician and the poise of an axe murderer and last night we sat down for a coaching call. I don’t know how else to say this. Still or die mate. I don’t know if you go out hard and you just abuse it plenty of visualization tonight I reckon when you’ve got a card up a fair bit cards just cards smash pasta smash pasta and salt smash. I actually hid the salt from Milo last night so you got zero salt. You don’t need a salt to 15 man. You just need a winner’s mindset. Guess what? I got the carbon plates. Yeah, I didn’t say that. Carbon plates we don’t want To talk about carbon plates. We’re not here to talk about carbon plates. We’re here to talk about winning the 15. We finished football last week and I’ve done nothing for seven days. Archie’s been in the gym. You went on a 6K run the other day. Thinking about this race. I’m fresh so game plan. I reckon you just wanna stick with me. I’m gonna try and stick in front the whole race. He’s not gonna overtake me the last 300 go. It’s the battle of the final. Boys had done all they could. There was no more hiding the three and a half laps three inevitable. Two, one go go arch. Good boy go Milo you sit. I’m so glad I’m not doing this 15. Just the worst distance. It’s honestly worse than a 2 k. Thanks Louis. Glad you didn’t express your honest thoughts pre race. Just sit Milo. Just sit. Keep breathing. Looking good mate. Holding to the end. You’re feeling feeling more. They both move like themselves. For people that commentate for a living, they actually move really well. They move better than Louis and I probably just kidding bio programs we’ve tagged them below. But after one lap arch majors first failed attempt at overtaking but 300 meters later I executed and hit the lead. Yeah, Louie wasn’t wrong but it didn’t stop me from reclaiming the lead at the 2 lap Mark. Lilo, remember it’s in the mindset. I’m feeling really good Lilo Was breathing bit more heavily than Archie and that was clear when Archie took the lead again. Archie’s looking good. He’s looking really good. It’d be tough to lose from here. Start pushing now mate. Use those carbs. You so got this. It was your last lap. It was mental warfare out there. Miles have the legs to overtake. Did I have the lungs to sustain the lead? Push now. Now’s your time. He’s coming. He’s gonna be tired. Who’s got more dog? I knew Archie was running well and I potentially had one chance at an overtake. I had to go for it and execute. My race was over. Bang executed. But that was the easy part. He’s he’s giving up. The hard part was holding on for another 200 meters. This brother breathing down my neck. It was now or never. We could feel the stadium lift as we approached the final bend. Oh no, this is intense. Are we attacking miles? I needed to find another gear to catch miles and I needed to just pump the arms and hope I could hold on. The fear of a shit tattoo. Parry forward. This was it. Brit the teeth. The Shepmates Olympics could be decided right now. Oh my god. Keep going. Stride, stride stride stride Milo, get him get him Milo, get him Milo get him. A photo finish. A race that will go down in folk lore. Miles holds on to his Olympic dream by one Meter of desperation. Burning hope. What I do. The after effects were brutal.