I Spoke Your Name for Many Days, Pronouncing It in Several Ways

Big day tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen.

The Houston half-marathon is calling my name. Look for me to be the guy way,way,way behind the Kenyan dudes.

If anything, I'll be better off than the Austin marathon in 2005, when at mile 2, I almost mistook a tongue-presser coated with vaseline for a popsicle. WORST. POPSICLE. FLAVOR.EVER.

Lesson learned.

See you on the other side.

Just Don't Make It Last Any Longer Than It Has To

At the end of the first marathon, Pheidippides, the Greek messenger, cried out "Rejoice, We conquer" before collapsing into the dust of an Athenian street.

If you want a short, sweet recap of Pheidippides' experience without the whole, you know, dying thing, feel free to follow the course of tomorrow's NYC Marathon via this feature on the NY Times website.

The video tracking the race course is actually thousands of photographs taken along the course and played back at an increased rate of speed. Also, you can track the progress of the race through the five boroughs courtesy of a map located to the right of the video.

Unfortunately, the race organizers this year are not passing out pitchforks and torches this year to allow race participants to form an ad hoc mob to burn down both New and Old Yankee Stadiums. A man can dream, though.