before collapsing and dying.
And that's exactly what I picture myself doing if I ever run a marathon, except that I see myself dropping dead long before the finish line. Maybe it's because I'm turning 40 this year, or maybe it's because I've become habitually lazy since High School, but 26.2 miles seems a tad more insane than, say, I dunno...smoking crack and not eating for 10 days straight. (Gee, now that I've put it in perspective, I think running a marathon seems easy.)
If I can stay awake for ten solid days with barely any food, then BY JOVE I CAN RUN A FREAKIN MARATHON ONE DAY!!!