Next Impluse Sports- Marathon runner Jack Woodward definitely knows how to attract some attention. The 22-year-old from Portsmouth, England will be partaking in the London Marathon but doing so in a rather unconventional manner. Woodward’s friend, Rob Harris, a graphic design student at the University of Portsmouth, passed away last October at 21 years young after losing a battle with testicular cancer.
According to Metro, Harris was diagnosed with a chest infection in September but his conditioned worsened in a matter of days and was initially transferred to Queen Alexandra Hospital before being moved again to Southampton General, where he was given a much different diagnosis: Testicular cancer.
Harris would lose his life one month later. In an effort to honor his friend and raise awareness and funding for the right against testicular cancer, Woodward will be running the London Marathon as a giant scrotum, telling the Portsmouth News of his desire to make a difference:
"I want to highlight that people should be more aware of their bodies and make sure they check themselves regularly. We really want to get this message across and hope by running in the costume that more people will notice the cause and think about the message."
All the respect in the world to this guy for doing something as challenging as running a marathon in dedication to the passing of a friend. With that said, isn't there a better way to honor a fallen comrade than by decking yourself out as huge hairy ballsac. "This one is for you Rob..." seems slightly less sincere when it is followed by putting a huge pair of nuts on your head. Putting balls on your face renders everything you have said or have to say moot in my mind, cause be damned.
What happened to colored wristbands sand T-shirts? Were those not enough? Got to make a complete spectacle out of yourself? As long as you are going to look ridiculous why don't you just run bottomless and constantly give yourself cancer checkups during the race? Tom Green made a song called "Feel Your Balls" dedicated to this very cause and it's not nearly as ludicrous as this. I thought to gain awareness for a disease you were supposed to dump ice water on your head and nominate a bunch of people that will undoubtedly hate you for it? Did we pass that phase?
This may come off as disrespectful, but if you are running in honor of a deadly testicular disease should your costume be sporting a shit eating grin? Just looking out. I would think at the very least you should be in a somber scrotum suit. My testicules have two moods. Content and malcontent. I don't think there has ever been a time in my life that they were that happy. If they were it certainly wouldn't be during a 26.2 mile process of getting crotch rot. Everyone has there own way of coping I suppose. Even if it doesn't make sense in theory or in practice.