No Mulligans in Marathons
The Golf Blogger had his dog-walking interrupted by the Cleveland Marathon and had this to say:
Marathon running as a spectator sport can’t be as exciting as the cheering people on the sidewalks make it out to be. It exceeds golf as the most boring spectator sport. At least, the spectator of a golf match can walk along and see the entire match and doesn’t have to run along for 26.2 miles. What is the attraction? There are very few crashes, as in auto racing, the fans of which lust for conflagrations on the track. But the fans were out there, many yelling, generically, as it were, “Go, runners!” What kind of cheer is that? At least, they could be more personal, “Go, Runner Five Thousand Six Hundred and Thirty-Seven, Go!” or “Run your ass off, Steve!” There must be at least one runner named Steve in the group.
I admit that seeing crashes in marathons would be pretty cool (although, like auto racers, runners do “hit the wall.” Ha-ha-ha! I kill myself). But Golf Blogger has got to be kidding me. There are a million reasons why watching marathons is WAY more interesting than watching golf. Here’s just one.
This is a photo of a marathoner:
And this is a photo of a golfer:
I rest my case.
Today’s training update: 5k time = 26:10.
Careful examination of the two exhibits presented indicate that you are indeed correct.
But that’s not a surprise. That guy lives in Cleveland after all. We Northeast Ohio dwellers suffer from chronic incorrectness.
That 5-K time is getting better.
Well, your 800s have me worried. And time is running out. My only chance is to go right for the puke threshold on Monday and then hang on for dear life.
Good luck. This has been a blast.
I love that argument!
The argument falls apart right from the start. One brings about sweat, tears, and real man vs. self complexities. The other requires careful examination to determine that the person is not, in fact, weed whacking.
In short, one is a sport. One is a game.