[Scene]: Sunday's more traditional marathoners -- the front-runnin' Kenyans -- at mile four of the Chicago Marathon. Previously the wheelchair folk had zoomed by, Col and I were just handed official maraton cowbells and Drake-Hotel-sanctioned chapstick to kick off the second half of what would be one of of the most accomplishment-filled weekends in the history of the universse.

Joined by various and sundry others over the course of an amazing forty-eight hour period, we performed feats of unconventional marathoning that pushed and stretched the capacity of the human form to amazing new levels. Included in these unconventional epics were 1) the forty-hour non-sleep blitz, 2) the forty-hour no-need-for-a-shower blitz, 3) the incessant/indiscrimante five hours of t-shirt-reading-and-cowbell-jangling at miles 4, 11, 21 and 26.2 blitz, 4) the double-dim-sum blitz (ok, this one was Jake but we experienced it by proxy), 5) The Victory celebration blitz (go Irish?!) and, lastly, 5) the actual 5:00 a.m. fifteen mile run through Chicago. Seriously. So many accomplishments.