Dear Besties,
I hate running. I always have. Unless there’s a pint of ice cream or a plate of cookies less than 50 feet in front of me, I’m not so much as fast shuffling. I chalk my dislike of running up to the fact that I have flippers for feet and jogging has always been a chore. The only way I was able to participate in college athletics was by taking a lot of banned substances.
But despite my personal hatred of running, or perhaps because of it, I really like the marathon. I think I love the idea those people are suffering so I don’t have to . They’re choosing to put their bodies and their emotions on display for all to see, bloody nipples, outer monologues and all. It’s like live reality television.