let me be the first to say if this was "a good run", i'd hate to think what a marathon with you would be like. if i had to venture a guess somebody would lose miserably. not that i'm trying to boast, but let's just say, in "the long run", i go the distance. you huff and puff somewhere behind me, gasping for air, trying to mouth the word 'water'. while people place little shiny pieces of metal on my chest.