I just now heard about this guy:
A defrocked Irish priest with a history of disrupting sports events was given a one-year suspended sentence and fined $3,600 Monday for grabbing a runner who was leading the Olympic marathon with three miles to go.
Argh! Kill! Kill!
I have run three marathons in the past three years, and I am about to run my fourth in October. (though, if you want to know what a REAL endurance athelete is like, see Ultra-Marathon running FREAK Kilgore Trout. (I only call him a freak because it makes me insanely jealous that he can run fifty miles and I CAN’T.)
Running that far HURTS. Running that far and winning? That’s got to be some kind of nirvana of pain. Running 23 miles, leading the race, and then being tackled by a kilt-wearing psychopath?
Fortunately, this guy is about to win a Darwin Award and be removed from the gene pool:
Horan, in a costume similar to Sunday’s, ran onto the track at the British Grand Prix last year and stayed there for more than 20 seconds, forcing Formula One racers traveling at more than 200 mph to swerve around him. He was carrying a sign that said: “Read the Bible the Bible is always right.”
I’d say it’s just a matter of time.