On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Never saw THAT coming...

As Mike pointed out in the comments on my last post (via slate), and as the New Yorker and the New York Times* both also confirmed, Paul Ryan didn't run a sub-three hour marathon. He ran a 4 hour marathon.

Does it matter? Does this make him a fabulist, as Paul Krugman claims, or is it just some meaningless macho bravado from a guy who probably could have gone sub-3 in the peak of his fitness if he'd tried? I dunno. This isn't a political blog.

Oh, btw: I totally ran a sub-4 hour marathon. Yeah, it was like 3-something, mid-3s, you know, 3:20-something.

For your amusement, and totally unrelated: a photo of the grossest thing I've seen in years, far grosser than politics could ever ever be:

White chocolate candy corn m&ms. This product is real.
*As a New Yorker, I only now need the Daily News to tackle this issue for the trifecta to be complete. Oh, wait...


  1. Okay, I don't know what is more disturbing... my reaction to the white chocolate candy corn OR the facial expression of the M&M on the package who totally appears to know that he got the "crap end" of the M&M candy line up.

    1. Agreed. Agreed agreed agreed agreed. If the M&M looks that unhappy, why on earth would you expect that we would like it?