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You know: the "We are not joggers" ads, the "run like an animal" bullshit, the finger-pointing at soccer moms who don't run like they're being chased by the cops or a hungry tiger. Christ. Get over yourselves. My son trained for a year to run the Marine Corps Marathon. It took him over four hours. Right, he is not crazy-fast, he will never grow into being Alberto Salazar, and if he knows about Bingham (I do because he's an inspiration to me), he probably goes along with him. Just go out and run. If you think we're a bunch of amateurs violating the purity of your sport, the words for the day are Tough Shit. It does not necessarily "feel good" to do a marathon in 4+ hours: it hurts, cramps, aches, and all that other stuff. Who are you to be an elitist about your sport? Who are you to dictate or be critical about those awful people who go out and spend $100+ on running shoes and technical shirts? Let's all fool you: go out in Converse basketball shoes. Then when we blow out our arches we can have the orthopedist send you the bill.
Oh yeah...I jog. Kiss my ass.
