Who looks happier:

me…

or the running “buddy” who abandoned me at mile 18?

Actually, I don’t blame him. I once ditched Seth mid-training run (okay – more like during the first mile) to have a waffle brunch with my other running buddy, Joe. I’d actually forgotten about this incident, until last weekend, when Seth kindly reminded me. Dude, I was hung over. It couldn’t be helped.

Seth – and pretty much all the people I used to run with, for that matter – seems to have a much stronger masochistic streak than I do, at least in terms of endurance sports. I’m still deep into a post-marathon drinking binge, while Seth’s signed up for a new torture program – the Honolulu Marathon.

This time, though, it’s pain with a cause – the AIDS Project Los Angeles. Check out his donation page, and don’t be frightened – He hasn’t put on 50 lbs; his photo just got stretched out.

Now – More gratuitous pictures from the LA Marathon in March (Ignore the time stamps. Jen’s old camera’s senile.):

Jen, one of our two cheerleaders:

Seth, running.

Mok, our other cheerleader:
Me again — Check out the two happy waving boys behind me, who thought Jen was taking pictures of their chests –

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