Can't believe we never thought of this

As Mark was slogging towards the finish line on Sunday, instead of just shouting, "Come on Mark!", we should have built a massive film set that made the finishing line look like a Vietnam movie, complete with palm trees and hordes of Viet Cong chasing him, bullets spitting up the dirt around his feet, and Barber's Adagio for Strings crescendoing in the background, and we're all leaning out of the helicopter going, " Come on, man, you can make it. We ain't leavin' you behind!"
Then someone shoots him in the leg and he falls. Then Willem Dafoe jumps over the barrier, slings Mark over his shoulder, and under inexplicably innacurate gunfire, says, "I got you, buddy." He runs over the line, throws Mark into the "chopper" and it wheels upwards while I bladder away on the door-mounted M60 at the hapless people below, shouting, " Get some! Get some!"
Now that's how to finish a marathon with style.

Well done, Julie and Mark.
Starting a marathon in that heat was insanity. Finishing it at all, in any time, was a brilliant achievement.

Congratulations, you nutters.