A friend of mine who ran was bummed about his slow time until I told him he beat the times of both the Chilean miner AND Jared The Annoying Subway Guy.

Another friend of mine who ran his first NYC marathon yesterday--he’s only been running marathons since the start of the year--was just plain unhappy with his time and the 44,999 people in front of him, all of whom apparently peed on or near him. Welcome to New York, buddy!

all of whom apparently peed on or near him.

I do know a couple of people who would be willing to participate in that ritual, on either end.

Oh sure, me too. But not this guy; he’s so vanilla he’s practically flavorless (possibly not the best similie under the circumstances, but it works).