I applaud you for being brave enough to call my bluff on a picture. I was just kidding after all.

Seriously though, is that a finish line you are crossing? Marathon maybe? Good work either way. I never had the mental ability to run if I wasn't chasing a ball, chasing a person with a ball, or running like hell cause I had the ball.

Once in a friendly Rugby match against the visiting British Navy's elite traveling rugby team, I was even given the ball from the guy I was about to tackle, picked up by his team mate, and run to their end on his shoulder where he set me down to score a try against them. I think it was the only one we scored the whole game.

With great power comes Awesome irresponsibility.