4:30 p.m. Then I get delirious again. The end seems so close, and yet I can barely move!
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Because I’m wearing a “Life is Good” T-shirt, every so often someone calls out, “Life is good, buddy” or “Life will be a lot better in 3 miles”.
I get the feeling they’re making fun of me. I’d like to see you run a marathon instead of standing there lackadaisacally with that beer in your hand, buddy.
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