Watch Out, Boston!

I fly out tomorrow after work for the Las Vegas Marathon (race is Sunday). The goal is to qualify for Boston. Sure, it's a stretch, but I think I have a shot! Here goes nothing!

Also, a fun article about a guy who has run every day for 30 years. My favorite part:

Running with me let my father indulge his screwball sense of humor. One year, we ran in a road race just before Thanksgiving, and though it wasn't supposed to be a costumed affair, my dad talked me into dressing like a chef, with a giant tin-foil cleaver. He put on a turkey costume and as per his instructions, I spent the entire 5-mile route a few steps behind him, waving the cleaver and shouting: "Come back here, you turkey!"