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September 12, 2007

Wednesday

Today's word: marathon

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Daddy’s Little Girl:

She’d been training for years. This, she thought, was her big chance.

He’d been out all night, with his girlfriend.

Her legs pounded her feet into the street - all that mattered was winning the race.

His head pounded, as he passed out behind the wheel.

The ambulance sirens were deafening as she lay in darkness.

The walls of the police paddy-wagon were hot against his back from the sun outside.

The doctor’s words brought devastation and remorse to the guilt-ridden soul of her father. “Quadriplegic.”

The judge’s words brought vindication and freedom to the heart of his wife.
“Manslaughter.”

Posted by: kipp at September 12, 2007 3:35 PM · Permalink

"So how many people died running the Boston Marathon this year?"

"Uh, none."

"You're kidding. Nobody died?"

"Nobody died. Why does that surprise you?"

"Doesn't someone always have to die running a marathon?"

"Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"I thought it was named after that Greek guy Pheidippides, who ran 26 miles to announce a great battle was won, and then dropped dead because it was so hard."

"That is the legend."

"So either they made up the story, or the Greeks are really lousy runners."

"You don't seem them running many marathons these days do you?"

Posted by: Nick at September 12, 2007 10:40 PM · Permalink