Sunday, November 05, 2006

If I were running the New York Marathon (oh sorry the ing new york city marathon), I would want to be that guy running right next to Lance Armstrong so that I would get maximum television coverage. I would get more television coverage than the people who actually win. Lance would pass me those little cups of water. It would be a pretty awesome run. Holy shit, a woman won it in two hours and twenty five minutes? I am going to the gym as soon as my clothes are dry.
Can people carry on coherent conversations during those last ten or so miles? I guess not, at least not if everyone around you is from a different country.