The New York Marathon was yesterday, and a bunch of African professionals and people who need to feel like they've accomplished something but don't like the idea of military service ran 26.2 miles through the five boroughs of New York (mostly Brooklyn, Queens, and Manhattan — the race planners minimize the time spent in the crap factories of the Bronx and Staten Island).

As there is every year, a small percentage of the runners were celebrities who ran for a "cause" and/or to gain some badly needed media exposure.  This year's leading candidate in that department was Katie Holmes, and With Leather's big brother WWTDD has the lead on demeaning her accomplishment and making fun of her space-alien-worshiping captors.

In the "feats of actual athleticism department," the women's race was won by Brit Paula Radcliffe, which is amazing because not only is she white, she also gave birth just ten months ago.  And I must be a pretty bad person, because the only two things I can think of when I hear that are (a) hypocritically sexist thoughts that judge what a terrible mother she must be and (b) musings as to what kind of a lay a world-class marathoner would be.  I mean, yeah, it's all sinew and no boobs, but a rock-hard ass and endless stamina have gotta be pretty nice.