Evidently, the folks at the New Yorker stay up later than those at Runners World. It kind of makes sense, seeing as how all those literati cocktail parties in Manhattan don’t really get cooking until after 24:00 EST, and all the runners are planning to get up early and knock down some mile repeats before it gets too warm.
Anyhow, this epic story of political intrigue ended pretty much how I expected it would end: It was all a mix-up.
“The race was more than 20 years ago, but my brother Tobin—who ran Boston last year—reminds me that he is the owner of the fastest marathon in the family and has never himself ran a sub-three. If I were to do any rounding, it would certainly be to four hours, not three. He gave me a good ribbing over this at dinner tonight.”
Now we can all relax.
Of course, I can’t help pointing out that it’s now official that Governor Sarah Palin has a faster marathon PR than Congressman Ryan.