I actually happen to be fascinated by marathon runners, because I totally hate running and can’t imagine ever training for/completing such a long race. In high school, I was a varsity Track and Field captain and a painfully mediocre cross-country competitor. In bursts throughout college, I would strap on my Sauconys, stretch, do drills, stagger my distances, try not to overpronate, warm down, and attempt to “train” solo. When I first started working in my early twenties, I would (less and less frequently) run in the early evenings to balance out the liver damage slated for the late evenings, burning my lungs with a peppy stride just hours before I would burn them with bummed Parliament Lights. But one day, I realized something: Running sucks. It totally sucks. It’s long, it’s hard, it’s exhausting, and I’m pretty sure I always get made fun of when I’m running on the street (because I’m slow). No more for me. No more.
Despite my personal revelations, I still love marathons. I particularly love the people that run ‘em in costume, because it gives me the impression that they, like, I, think running kind of sucks and needs to be dressed up (if you will) with, say, a moose outfit:
And since a couple of good people have been kind enough to document all of the adventurous sartorial choices that runners made yesterday at Tokyo’s race, I can say with some confidence that my Japanese brethren do marathon costuming best.
And all I’m saying is, if this Jesus guy bears a wooden cross on his back for the entire race, just LET HIM WIN.
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