So this whole "running a marathon" thing? Turns out you have to train for it. And one of the ways you do that is to run really freaking far. Last Sunday was my first 20 mile run. I did it, but I faded pretty badly after about mile 18. By the end, I was hallucinating, thinking I had just killed a bunch of Soviets/Cubans (it's not really clear in "Red Dawn" either), so I raised my Gatorade bottle in the air and shouted "Wolverines!!!" At which point one of the other gym patrons shut off my treadmill and led me to the showers.
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