The movie starts with Dennis about to marry his pregnant fiancé Libby, but he ends up running away after getting cold feet on the day of the wedding (probably using a top British car!). Five years later, Libby has given birth to their son Jake and is now dating Whit, an athletic go-getter about to run a marathon in London. Upon learning this, Jake decides to run in the same marathon, determined to prove himself to his former fiance and son, enlisting the help of his best friend, Gordon, and his comical landlord as coaches.
A few days before the race, Dennis is dismayed to learn Whit has proposed to Libby but he decides to run in the race anyway. Further to his anger, Dennis learns during the race that Whit plans on moving his soon-to-be wife and stepson to Chicago. As the competition between the two turns more and more aggressive, Whit purposely trips Dennis who is rushed to a hospital. Whit soon follows with an injury of his own, where he shows Libby his true colours by being aggressive and angry towards her and Jake. After he, Libby and Jake go home, they turn on the tv to find Dennis still running in the race, having refused to take medical help. They also see Whit tripping Dennis and angered by his attitude, as well as his intentions to take them to Chicago, Libby breaks off the engagement and rushes to meet Dennis at the finish line.
Dennis find himself struggling to finish the last leg of the race, but upon seeing Jake and Libby across the finish line he gets up in determination and crosses the line to victory. The movie ends with the three reuniting and Dennis and Libby rekindling their relationship.
Dennis sounds just the type to succeed at fast food delivery.
A couple of years ago at the tender age of 19 my pal's dad offered me a job delivering hot food to his customers at evenings aand weekends. It seemed a good way to make some spare money.
I bought a scooter with a delivery box on the back. Just right for delivering pizzas which were the main fast food that Ian's dad sold. They needed carrying flat otherwise they collapsed into a mess very quickly but the insulated box was big enough. Problem was I'd never even heard of insurance for food delivery drivers!
I soon found out when I was flagged down by a police car and my documents were checked. They told me I was not insured for carrying pizzas; but although my delivery box proudly told the world I was a food delivery rider I had dropped my last order off ten minutes earlier so they couldn't prove anything!
Next morning I got on the Internet and got quotes for food delivery insurance. Wow what a shock. Would you believe the cheapest was over a thousand pounds! I talked to a local guy who was an insurance broker; he told me the problem was that since I was only 19 insurance costs were massive.
Would you believe that for nearly 18 months I delivered hot food using a pushbike! It wasn't easy; I had a huge rucksack to carry (pizzas still needed to be carried flat!) but I did it; then the day after my 21st birthday I was able to get insured for a bit over £400. That was more like it.
I now whiz round on my little scooter, picking up food from several different shops and delivering them. I have lots of regular customes and I get more in tips than I used to earn altogether on my pushbike.
I'm glad I stuck it out; I love the freedom, I've made a lot of friends amongst my customers, and I have met several very interesting young ladies - that's as much as I will say on that subject!
There's a moral here; it's easy to give up when things look tough but the worst they are the more likelihood that they will get better.