
What you may not have know about Ryan Reynolds: apparently he is a runner. A long-distance runner, in fact, one of those crazy-ass people who runs marathons. I don’t even like to drive 26 miles, let alone run that far. But he ran in the New York City Marathon this past weekend, and apparently finished in a respectable three hours and 50 minutes. Or I guess that is respectable. What do I know?
I have a good friend that is a distance runner and she ran a half marathon this weekend. The Trash Talkers met up with her for breakfast after her run (which I slept through, because I am not that good of a friend) and she said it hurt more than anything else she’s done in her life. And I could only yell THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP? If something hurts that bad, STOP. I mean, the only think I can think of that you can’t stop doing even though it hurts more than anything is childbirth, and even then you can get an epidural if you play your cards right. The only thing my friend got from her ordeal is the complete justification of ordering a huge friggin’ breakfast. I had some 2% organic chocolate milk and felt guilty about that.
But back to Ryan Reynolds …. what the news isn’t telling you is that the only reason he finished and with such a good time is because Alanis Morissette was chasing him. ::rimshot:: Okay, that joke was a lot funnier in my head. So congrats to Ryan Reynolds for running a marathon and congrats to my friend JKo for both running the half marathon and eating the hell out of that stack of pumpkin pancakes. The Trash Talkers are proud of you.