Hargreaves is a decent footballer -- he spent a lot of time practicing. I mean as long we're staying on topic.

That dude was running 10:00/mile tops. You have a doppleganger, dude.

You know if you read this board enough, you start to think running's about going to battle instead of about going out to play.

We worry about injury, our footwear, our hydration and preparation. We carry pepper spray, mace, knives, GUNS! Some of us move about only in the sun, avoid the night, quiet places. The enemy could be anywhere. They might be animals, men, snakes. It could be dehydration, hyponatremia, shin splints. We ought to move in large groups, watch each other's backs. Stay alert. Wear your i-pod in one ear only. Make sure you've got your dog tags, I mean your RoadID, so that the body can be identified when the inevitable happens. A credit card in case you need to buy something. And always a cell phone.

Have we forgotten that glorious loneliness--just me and my body in flight--that's the gift of long-distance running? Have we forsaken that precious loneliness for a boyscout motto? For paranoid visions of the enemy that must be in wait, hiding just behind every corner?

 Probably his finest moment, in fact his only moment. And why did he play for Bolton? My mother is from Wallasey and so we supported Liverpool (with Chester and Tranmere as minor league interest). It was a good time to be a Liverpool supporter in the 70s and 80s, although we could have done without Heysel and Hillsboro. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7xvegPH_Lw

I watched your video. I watched very carefully for the throw-in and so forth. I couldn't spot it. Probably because those people kept waving those banners obscuring my vision.

That post was a thang of beauty.

Too many scaredy cats out there who buy in to the culture of fear.