Lance Armstrong ran this year’s New York City Marathon, finishing in 2:46:23 and becoming the 698th runner to cross the finish line.
Imagine what it must have been like finishing in 697th place, just ahead of Lance. I’d have been tempted to turn around and taunt him: “In your face, Armstrong!”
It would be about the only chance you’d get to do that.
Now if we could get him to date a woman his own age.