Let's be honest here, okay? I run cross-country. There, I said it. Whew. And you know what? I raced last weekend, too. That's right -- the gun went off and I ran. Some people think I'm crazy, that running is wrong and perverted. Runners pee on themselves? "That's disgusting!" said Tracy Pedersen, `07. Maybe it is perverted, but I like it and it just feels right. I don't think God loves me any less because I run. I've tried to give it up time and again, but cycling, swimming and sleeping just don't do it for me.
It's amazing the type of movie one can develop solely based on the premise of an unlikely coincidence and its subsequent link to the complete existential reevaluation of one man's life.
