The agony of de-feet!

That's for two things today.

The first is for the agony of pouring cereal and realizing just before you pour the milk* that it is expired. I mean really expired. Date-wise I was only 2 days out. Smell-wise on the other hand, I was in the bad part of Stinktown.

I was really looking forward to it too. Ah well. I made do with a whole grain bagel and yogurt.

The second thing this applies to is The Biggest Loser. Oh yeah, for the final challenge, they had to complete a marathon! 26.2 miles kids, and that’s something. I think I walked that much in one day all of once, on a walking tour of Annapolis, MD when I was in Boy Scouts.

First, however, the contestants go home for thirty days. Here’s what annoyed me.

The contestants say they are tired, or hungry or whatever, but we never saw that they did to combat these conditions. What are they eating? What are they buying at the grocery store? How have they adjusted their lives to maintain this weight loss?

Also, I think Tara needs new friends. Seriously.

I was great to see Bob and Jillian visit the contestants and both of them laid a work out ass whupping on Max. He pretty much took to Bob more than Jillian, but hey, whoever will help.

I was touched when Jillian made Mike realize he was projecting himself and his feeling towards Fat Mike** onto his brother.

So, the marathon. Whoever finished was to get $10,000 to give to whatever charity they wanted. Tara had the best score, with just under six hours, which is damned impressive. Helen, a mere hour or so after that! Than came the Brown team

Mike had a hip injury and was told he could not run. So he and Ron began to walk. Mike still walked faster then Ron who was using a cane.

Mike finished and then there was the long wait for Ron.

Ron’s knees began to give out at about Mile 5. He pressed onwards. He got shaky and dehydrated at Mike 15 or so, and it looked like he was going to have to go to the hospital, but damn skippy, if that sonnavagun didn’t get up and start going again.

Slowly more people joined him. They had individually joined the others but were now teaming up to bring the Big Man in. Heba, Bernie, Michelle, Allie, and that dude who has the pointy face who I cant remember.***

Then Jillian, then Bob! Then Max, and Helen and Tara! It was a police-escorted entourage that was a sight to behold, and when he crossed that finish line and snapped the tape with his cane (YES! Say what you want about Ron, his tactics, or his commitment, but he did a marathon with a bloody cane!) and was greeted by Mike, I have to say I welled up a little.

THE WEIGH IN:

¾ of the contestants pulled 10 pound looses at home in 30 days. Helen managed 7, still respectable. Mike and Ron, however, fell below the yellow line.

I’m voting for Mike. Don’t let your dislike of Ron ruin it for Mike.



* I realize this is preferable to realizing it after you pour the milk. No doubt, Scout!

** I probably should have said “Old Mike.” I have no idea if he has a beef with the singer for NOFX.

*** Bill? I think it'd Bill!