I’ve signed up for the 2004 New York Marathon. It’s a guaranteed entry, so I don’t even have to worry about whether or not I’ll get in. I’m in. To make it that much more official, I’ve even already made our hotel reservations (because now that we are a family of three, we don’t fit as well into the Tweedle Twirp’s 100 sq. foot apartment [at least that’s what it seems like].) Now all I have to worry about is whether or not I can run 26.2 miles. Piece o’ cake! (Assuming, that is, the cake is made of wood chips and sand paper.)
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