Nobody wants to read a depressing blog. After a disappointing race, it's hard to write anything but a depressing blog, so this one will simply omit any report of the race. I started the Chicago Marathon last weekend and stopped at about 30k. It wasn't good- we'll just leave it at that. Instead, we'll just have story time. The story of an intrepid explorer and his silent sidekick trying to find their way back home. When you're registered as an 'invited athlete' in a major marathon, there are a lot of perks. A spot on the front of the starting li...