I Was Last!
Last year I entered the New York City Marathon. The race started here on Staten Island, and immediately I was the last of the runners. It was embarrassing! The guy who was in front of me, second to last, was making fun of me. He said, "Hey buddy, how does it feel to be last?"
"You really want to know?" I answered.
"Sure!" he shouted.
So I dropped out of the race.
This page was last updated September 1, 2009.