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Age is just a number,, she break the world record.

70-year-old woman smashes world record with a ludicrously fast marathon time .

A pensioner is making us all look bad after completing the Boston Marathon with a ridiculously quick time .


70-year-old Jeannie Rice, set a new world record for her age category after finishing the race in just under three and a half hours. She did it in 3:27:50, to be exact.
The grandmother, from Ohio, casually crossed the finish line and said she felt absolutely fine.
The previous record for the 70+ women’s category was three hours, 35 minutes and 29 seconds, set by Helga Miketta in 2013. Jeannie crushed that record by more than seven minutes – and made it in to work the following Tuesday.
Jeannie has been running marathons her whole life, with her debut in 1984 in Cleveland. Her fastest recorded time was three hours and 16 minutes at her second attempt in Columbus. Chicago was her 116th marathon.







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