Marathon

The Boston Marathon, run on Boston's own private holiday, Patriot's Day, is Monday. You have to qualify with a pretty good time to even get to run, so there are no slouches in the field. Nonetheless, someone has to finish last. Todd's girlfriend, fresh off the plane from Chicago, where the marathon is hill-free, is convinced that she is going to be that one unfortunate. So I say, go Marie! 2nd-last or bust! I'm sure you'll beat the guy who runs it backwards, but if not, I still barely make it around the block, so you can hold on to that.