2001-07-12 :: 1:57 p.m.
Because I made the mistake of tuning in the other night and I think I became functionally retarded watching those people.
Later tonight, My Boy is going to go running with me. Bear with me, people, the last time I ran (and wasn't being chased) on purpose was in the 11th grade. In other words, 1992.
I'm taking precautions, though. Like bringing along an extra pack of Parliament Lights and my cell phone, to make sure the paramedics are waiting at the finish line, wherever the hell that may be.