I've run two marathons. I got hurt training during the first so all I tried to do was finish before the police car at the end of the pack did.
The second was different. I had a goal -- break four hours -- and by 13 seconds I did. But near the end I lost the ability to calculate my time and then I lost the ability to remember which mile I had just completed. I was numb.
A marathon is 26.2 miles. And it is tough. Writing 24 blogs is tougher.
Speaking of numb, I can't remember what I've written. Did I mention in the previous 20 blogs that if a driver blocks the left lane on the freeway he or she probably won't go to heaven? I think I did.
Did I write about greyhounds and Boston terriers?
Check.
Did I make gratuitous references to bars?
Check.
Did I allude to Vinny Testaverde?
Check.
Did I mention Baggy pants, air travel, Kobe Bryant, predictions and TV?
Check.
The joke I heard today that was so funny I dropped to one knee even though the floor was hard, did I tell that?
No.
Good. Then I'm still OK.
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