Caracas Chronicles

I mean, in theory, I’d love to win the Boston Marathon.

Not that I’m willing to train 8-10 hours per day, you understand.

Or eat a marathon runner’s diet.

Or live a marathon runner’s lifestyle.

Or, come to think of it, make any of the tradeoffs and sacrifices it would take to give myself a fighting chance of winning the Boston Marathon.

But I’d like to win the Boston Marathon…so in my mind, I’m planning to win the Boston Marathon.

Absurd?

No more absurd than this.