While a million people are hauling their asses 26. whatever miles today, mine is parked on the sofa under a fleece blanket. Sundays during football season are dedicated to this sloth-type activity, and the marathon is absurdly and stupendously incongruous. Do not compute! Do not compute!
Even though it's the 2006 New York City Marathon, I thought it would be appropriate to reflect on the 1980 Boston Marathon--specifically, Rosie Ruiz. This is the broad who rode the T (subway) for most of the marathon and strategically jumped in near the finish line to win the race. Nice, try, Rosie. Fantastic! Oh, it's hilarious. It's the only way I'd run a marathon. My favorite part is the contrived look of anguish on her face.
4 comments:
You're just angry because your favorite all American guy was in the pack this year.
Too bad about Tom Brady and the boys. They gave Indy a run for their money, though. Indy is just too good this year.
I recently watched a documentary on Rosie. She was trying to 'run' the marathon without actually running it, but didn't expect to win. She just screwed up and got in the race too early. If you look at the footage you can see the shock on her face when she wins. Great stuff.
I saw that documentary as well. I was shocked at the part where they reveal Rosie stopped for a haircut before popping back into the race.
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