It's stage three of the Marathon de Saab.

Oh, day three in the Lissab household.

Day three in the David Hellard's tent.

Already, the other people in the tent are realizing the level of conversation is very low.

Actually, that's a good point.

By day three, have you got through all of the chat?

Oh, the standard chat with all of your teammates.

I think you've got through all of the chat, even by stage one.

You are plumbing new depths.

Everyone's feeling tired.

Everyone's, you know, starting to feel fatigue.

You don't really care about anyone else now.

So you are going to, you're going to pretty similar lengths that we go to when we've run out of

things to talk about. You're assessing the quality of the members of the opposite sex around

around the course and, or same same. That takes two days to happen. No, no, because you start thinking, oh, wait a minute. I wonder how, I'm going to look pretty bad in a few days, but then you forget that you, that everyone else deteriorates with you and you think, oh, it's going to start smelling awful or, you know, all the stuff that you're worried about. You're wearing the same clothes after like clothes after, like, three days. It's going to smell awful. It's going to be like that. And none of that materializes. Everybody deteriorates at the same rate. Everyone smells so bad, but they all smell the same. So it's, you know, you don't really notice. Everything's, everything's like fine. I would say this is,

this is Nirvana at this point. Nirvana? Yeah. Smells like teen spirit.

Nirvana in the sense that, um, you're about to blast your head off and end your race because

you're absolutely shitting yourself because it's the long day tomorrow.

See, that's all.

I think the whole of the run as well, if I was ever tired on day three, I'd just be thinking,

how can I be tired now?

This is nothing.

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