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Monday, April 18, 2005

Marathon Day

This is a day when I miss being around Boston because I revel in the ridiculousness of the marathon, as I noted in this blog post on last year's race.
The Bill Simmons ode to the marathon is really one of his masterpieces too, highly recommended.

My parents told me that a neighbor is running this year, and now the official runners get computer chips implanted in their shoes that automatically record when they cross different points along the course. The shoe even sends a text message to family and friends telling them where that person is, which helps alert the interested spectators as to when so-and-so should be passing by. I think my parents plan to be along the route somewhere to cheer him on today. Hopefully they can figure out all this newfangled technology.

Meanwhile, in the rest of the country, this is another regular Monday.