The sentiment against Nick comes entirely from the sirpoc crowd because they can't stand him beating their running jesus with traditional, well thought out training. They want to run fast without putting in the miles so a beautiful hard working runner like Bester irks them. It's pathetic but Nick is above them.
This one’s on me, I’ve got no clue who Sirpoc is. But my dislike for Bester? That’s crystal clear. The man’s an athletic skid mark who’s milked the sport drier than Camille H*ron’s meat and two veg in a desert ultra. Scamming people, dragging the standard of coaching through the gutter, and making it unbearable to stand within 50 yards of anyone in his kit. If you want to strut around advertising his name, get copy-and-paste training plans, and bow to the Boomshalaka overlord, then go ahead, but honestly, those people need a full system reboot.
My friends, there are moments in the life of every running forum, and in the heart of every sporting fraternity, when courage must stand against the chorus of complaint, and fairness must hold its ground against the fickle winds of fashion. Today, I rise to speak in defence of one such man — Nick Bester.
Now, some may say that he is too brash, too bold, too unwilling to bow before the clamour of critics. To them I say — good!
For it is precisely that unbending spirit which has driven champions since the dawn of our sporting age. Mediocrity bends. Greatness endures.
Nick Bester has not lived a life of comfort and complacency. He has earned every sinew of his reputation through toil, through sweat, through that indomitable perseverance that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. He has run when others faltered; he has stood tall in the corporate world when lesser souls would have shrunk into the shadows of self-doubt.
And now, because he speaks his BOOMSHAKALAKA , because he refuses to dance to the tune of convenience, the mob would turn upon him. Ah, but let us remember — we have seen this before!
The crowd jeered at the pioneer, the reformer, the truth-teller — and only later did they build monuments to their courage. One day we shall see a statue of Nick at Battersea and those here who doubted him will hide from embarrassment.
It is easy, in the comfort of hindsight, to criticise the man in the arena. But it is he, not the critic, who bears the blows, who risks failure and strives for triumph. In the searing heat on the streets of London smashing out a sub 30 minute 10k, the ranks of the road and trail, Nick Bester has given heart and sinew to the cause of endurance sport.
Let us not condemn a man for his fire, but thank Providence that such fire still burns in our midst! For if ever we lose the spirit to speak plainly, to compete fiercely, to believe stubbornly in our own power to overcome — then we shall have lost something far greater than a race. We shall have lost the will to strive.
So I say — stand firm with Nick Bester. Do not let the petty voices drown the roar of honest effort. Let courage, not conformity, be our watchword. For it is better to run — and fall — with fire in one’s heart, than to shuffle safely in the grey twilight of timid men. Let’s go, let’s go let’s go
This one’s on me, I’ve got no clue who Sirpoc is. But my dislike for Bester? That’s crystal clear. The man’s an athletic skid mark who’s milked the sport drier than Camille H*ron’s meat and two veg in a desert ultra. Scamming people, dragging the standard of coaching through the gutter, and making it unbearable to stand within 50 yards of anyone in his kit. If you want to strut around advertising his name, get copy-and-paste training plans, and bow to the Boomshalaka overlord, then go ahead, but honestly, those people need a full system reboot.
My friends, there are moments in the life of every running forum, and in the heart of every sporting fraternity, when courage must stand against the chorus of complaint, and fairness must hold its ground against the fickle winds of fashion. Today, I rise to speak in defence of one such man — Nick Bester.
Now, some may say that he is too brash, too bold, too unwilling to bow before the clamour of critics. To them I say — good!
For it is precisely that unbending spirit which has driven champions since the dawn of our sporting age. Mediocrity bends. Greatness endures.
Nick Bester has not lived a life of comfort and complacency. He has earned every sinew of his reputation through toil, through sweat, through that indomitable perseverance that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. He has run when others faltered; he has stood tall in the corporate world when lesser souls would have shrunk into the shadows of self-doubt.
And now, because he speaks his BOOMSHAKALAKA , because he refuses to dance to the tune of convenience, the mob would turn upon him. Ah, but let us remember — we have seen this before!
The crowd jeered at the pioneer, the reformer, the truth-teller — and only later did they build monuments to their courage. One day we shall see a statue of Nick at Battersea and those here who doubted him will hide from embarrassment.
It is easy, in the comfort of hindsight, to criticise the man in the arena. But it is he, not the critic, who bears the blows, who risks failure and strives for triumph. In the searing heat on the streets of London smashing out a sub 30 minute 10k, the ranks of the road and trail, Nick Bester has given heart and sinew to the cause of endurance sport.
Let us not condemn a man for his fire, but thank Providence that such fire still burns in our midst! For if ever we lose the spirit to speak plainly, to compete fiercely, to believe stubbornly in our own power to overcome — then we shall have lost something far greater than a race. We shall have lost the will to strive.
So I say — stand firm with Nick Bester. Do not let the petty voices drown the roar of honest effort. Let courage, not conformity, be our watchword. For it is better to run — and fall — with fire in one’s heart, than to shuffle safely in the grey twilight of timid men. Let’s go, let’s go let’s go
The lets go, lets go sign off is a nice detail - 9/10 for me. Needs the trademark Bester random typo or other mistake that he could easily have edited out if he cared enough
This one’s on me, I’ve got no clue who Sirpoc is. But my dislike for Bester? That’s crystal clear. The man’s an athletic skid mark who’s milked the sport drier than Camille H*ron’s meat and two veg in a desert ultra. Scamming people, dragging the standard of coaching through the gutter, and making it unbearable to stand within 50 yards of anyone in his kit. If you want to strut around advertising his name, get copy-and-paste training plans, and bow to the Boomshalaka overlord, then go ahead, but honestly, those people need a full system reboot.
My friends, there are moments in the life of every running forum, and in the heart of every sporting fraternity, when courage must stand against the chorus of complaint, and fairness must hold its ground against the fickle winds of fashion. Today, I rise to speak in defence of one such man — Nick Bester.
Now, some may say that he is too brash, too bold, too unwilling to bow before the clamour of critics. To them I say — good!
For it is precisely that unbending spirit which has driven champions since the dawn of our sporting age. Mediocrity bends. Greatness endures.
Nick Bester has not lived a life of comfort and complacency. He has earned every sinew of his reputation through toil, through sweat, through that indomitable perseverance that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. He has run when others faltered; he has stood tall in the corporate world when lesser souls would have shrunk into the shadows of self-doubt.
And now, because he speaks his BOOMSHAKALAKA , because he refuses to dance to the tune of convenience, the mob would turn upon him. Ah, but let us remember — we have seen this before!
The crowd jeered at the pioneer, the reformer, the truth-teller — and only later did they build monuments to their courage. One day we shall see a statue of Nick at Battersea and those here who doubted him will hide from embarrassment.
It is easy, in the comfort of hindsight, to criticise the man in the arena. But it is he, not the critic, who bears the blows, who risks failure and strives for triumph. In the searing heat on the streets of London smashing out a sub 30 minute 10k, the ranks of the road and trail, Nick Bester has given heart and sinew to the cause of endurance sport.
Let us not condemn a man for his fire, but thank Providence that such fire still burns in our midst! For if ever we lose the spirit to speak plainly, to compete fiercely, to believe stubbornly in our own power to overcome — then we shall have lost something far greater than a race. We shall have lost the will to strive.
So I say — stand firm with Nick Bester. Do not let the petty voices drown the roar of honest effort. Let courage, not conformity, be our watchword. For it is better to run — and fall — with fire in one’s heart, than to shuffle safely in the grey twilight of timid men. Let’s go, let’s go let’s go
My friends, there are moments in the life of every running forum, and in the heart of every sporting fraternity, when courage must stand against the chorus of complaint, and fairness must hold its ground against the fickle winds of fashion. Today, I rise to speak in defence of one such man — Nick Bester.
Now, some may say that he is too brash, too bold, too unwilling to bow before the clamour of critics. To them I say — good!
For it is precisely that unbending spirit which has driven champions since the dawn of our sporting age. Mediocrity bends. Greatness endures.
Nick Bester has not lived a life of comfort and complacency. He has earned every sinew of his reputation through toil, through sweat, through that indomitable perseverance that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. He has run when others faltered; he has stood tall in the corporate world when lesser souls would have shrunk into the shadows of self-doubt.
And now, because he speaks his BOOMSHAKALAKA , because he refuses to dance to the tune of convenience, the mob would turn upon him. Ah, but let us remember — we have seen this before!
The crowd jeered at the pioneer, the reformer, the truth-teller — and only later did they build monuments to their courage. One day we shall see a statue of Nick at Battersea and those here who doubted him will hide from embarrassment.
It is easy, in the comfort of hindsight, to criticise the man in the arena. But it is he, not the critic, who bears the blows, who risks failure and strives for triumph. In the searing heat on the streets of London smashing out a sub 30 minute 10k, the ranks of the road and trail, Nick Bester has given heart and sinew to the cause of endurance sport.
Let us not condemn a man for his fire, but thank Providence that such fire still burns in our midst! For if ever we lose the spirit to speak plainly, to compete fiercely, to believe stubbornly in our own power to overcome — then we shall have lost something far greater than a race. We shall have lost the will to strive.
So I say — stand firm with Nick Bester. Do not let the petty voices drown the roar of honest effort. Let courage, not conformity, be our watchword. For it is better to run — and fall — with fire in one’s heart, than to shuffle safely in the grey twilight of timid men. Let’s go, let’s go let’s go
AI garbage. The overuse of "—" is a dead giveaway
Seeing as that’s where his coaching comes from, I think this is a nice tip of the hat to the real engine of the motor.
This one’s on me, I’ve got no clue who Sirpoc is. But my dislike for Bester? That’s crystal clear. The man’s an athletic skid mark who’s milked the sport drier than Camille H*ron’s meat and two veg in a desert ultra. Scamming people, dragging the standard of coaching through the gutter, and making it unbearable to stand within 50 yards of anyone in his kit. If you want to strut around advertising his name, get copy-and-paste training plans, and bow to the Boomshalaka overlord, then go ahead, but honestly, those people need a full system reboot.
My friends, there are moments in the life of every running forum, and in the heart of every sporting fraternity, when courage must stand against the chorus of complaint, and fairness must hold its ground against the fickle winds of fashion. Today, I rise to speak in defence of one such man — Nick Bester.
Now, some may say that he is too brash, too bold, too unwilling to bow before the clamour of critics. To them I say — good!
For it is precisely that unbending spirit which has driven champions since the dawn of our sporting age. Mediocrity bends. Greatness endures.
Nick Bester has not lived a life of comfort and complacency. He has earned every sinew of his reputation through toil, through sweat, through that indomitable perseverance that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. He has run when others faltered; he has stood tall in the corporate world when lesser souls would have shrunk into the shadows of self-doubt.
And now, because he speaks his BOOMSHAKALAKA , because he refuses to dance to the tune of convenience, the mob would turn upon him. Ah, but let us remember — we have seen this before!
The crowd jeered at the pioneer, the reformer, the truth-teller — and only later did they build monuments to their courage. One day we shall see a statue of Nick at Battersea and those here who doubted him will hide from embarrassment.
It is easy, in the comfort of hindsight, to criticise the man in the arena. But it is he, not the critic, who bears the blows, who risks failure and strives for triumph. In the searing heat on the streets of London smashing out a sub 30 minute 10k, the ranks of the road and trail, Nick Bester has given heart and sinew to the cause of endurance sport.
Let us not condemn a man for his fire, but thank Providence that such fire still burns in our midst! For if ever we lose the spirit to speak plainly, to compete fiercely, to believe stubbornly in our own power to overcome — then we shall have lost something far greater than a race. We shall have lost the will to strive.
So I say — stand firm with Nick Bester. Do not let the petty voices drown the roar of honest effort. Let courage, not conformity, be our watchword. For it is better to run — and fall — with fire in one’s heart, than to shuffle safely in the grey twilight of timid men. Let’s go, let’s go let’s go
Lol, lol, lol. And he's still a gobby, narcissistic wanker.
Will be interesting to see what she makes of this video series on her marathon debut. First one was a bit boring, but the workout with Eyestone's group was at least a bit interesting. Anyway, much prefer seeing the actual runs instead of her just reading off her Strava which seems to be what most runfluencers do now. Does anyone actually want to watch a video of someone reading stats off their phone?!?
Waiting for the lineup to be announced for the next series of Im a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here in December and low key hoping at least one running YouTuber appears in it this year.
Can imagine John Broom would be great at some of the bushtucker trials and BenIsRunning would ace the Celebrity Cyclone.
Also, it is just me or would Nick Bester and Phily Bowden make FAB-U-LOUS replacements for Tess Daly and Claudia Winkleman on Strictly?
I look forward to the 3rd instalment of Sirpoc vs Nick of Bester. I reckon this will be at London Marathon 2026. My money would be on Sirpoc. The great south run wasn't true reflection of his talent as he was coming off an injury. And lets be honest, if Sirpoc was smashing out the mileage Bester is it would be a non-contest.
Can anyone tell me the name of the new Nick Bester fragrance? My wife wants a bottle of it for Thanksgiving but i can't seem to find it for sale on Amazon.
How many excuses are we going to get from Floberg in his Chicago video?
I'd say a safe bet would be over 4,5.
The new drop is a full hour long. I don't even think I have it in me to hate watch it. Anyone want to provide the cliffs notes?
Just more BS about the watch splits really. Blamed bumping the touch screen at the start of the race. I don’t understand how you can be so dense to put so much mental effort into all the little details that he does leading up to the race, but then completely sh!t the bed on reliably measuring splits. That and fueling are the two most important things to do. I just don’t buy it. Even if all of it is true, he still blew up and wasn’t in the shape he thought he was.
The new drop is a full hour long. I don't even think I have it in me to hate watch it. Anyone want to provide the cliffs notes?
Just more BS about the watch splits really. Blamed bumping the touch screen at the start of the race. I don’t understand how you can be so dense to put so much mental effort into all the little details that he does leading up to the race, but then completely sh!t the bed on reliably measuring splits. That and fueling are the two most important things to do. I just don’t buy it. Even if all of it is true, he still blew up and wasn’t in the shape he thought he was.
I’ve watched the first few minutes where he says ‘I was in 2:28 shape’
Can anyone tell me the name of the new Nick Bester fragrance? My wife wants a bottle of it for Thanksgiving but i can't seem to find it for sale on Amazon.
Bester Panther - 60% of the time, it works every time
At the end of the video he actualy states that his 2:28 fitness got him a 2:32, so for his next attempt he will try to be in 2:26 shape to get a 2:29. That makes total sense.
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