Just like a smug Barney Fife would retell it to Sheriff Andy Taylor of Mayberry. Marathoners can tell you splits from events held ten years ago but their memory is short when it comes to recalling those painful 'shuffle miles' that dog a runner who has crashed and burned with an hour's worth of distance to cover. Newhart convulses in laughter as he emulates the absurdity of lighting up a weed rolled in paper and putting it between his lips before lighting it on fire. Oh, so Joe, you drove NINE hours to New Hampshire, spent two nights in a motel, ate spaghetti in a cafeteria with 200 others, and got up at 6 a.m. on Sunday. I've pulled in my horns and resigned myself to a May 1999 return the marathon wars, When I finally make it, save a small place at the start line where I can wiggle in and join you.
Misery loves company.
Well, then you'd get the house and he'll throw in the car, too. Figure on Joe to join us at the 1999 DeMar Marathon in Keene.