I think marathons are pretty fuckin stupid (lol u surprised?), but I happened to catch the élite women runners of the New York Marathon go past my block yesterday on 4th Avenue in Brooklyn. Damn. It was an amazing sight. Just like, a fluorescent pack of deer with no body fat moving in silent tandem in their underwear on the coldest day of the year so far. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I loved it. And they were so much less show-offy than the men. The men sucked.