Local Man Finishes Rock and Roll Marathon San Diego, Loses Ability to Feel Legs, Discovers Rock and Roll is Actually Just Pain
AITA for rolling my eyes at the guy who finished the rock and roll marathon san diego and then immediately posted a 5-paragraph Facebook essay about how he “found himself” in the chafing? TL;DR: Dude ran 26.2 miles through a city that’s literally on fire (metaphorically, for the gentrification) and the only “rock” he experienced was the sound of his own knees screaming. Apparently, the finisher’s medal is just a participation trophy for enduring capitalism’s weirdest endurance test. But hey, at least the live band at mile 20 was playing “Livin’ on a Prayer” – which is ironic, since that’s what I was doing for the Porta-Potty line. Real talk: if you need a marathon to feel alive, maybe just get a therapist and a cheaper pair of sneakers.