The backward-moving cars are kind of barf-inducing, but it's a small price to pay for not dying of a heart attack and smelling like B.O. for the rest of March. Or, if you're more into kinky anime shit, here's a computer-generated version of the run-through:
So go hunt down a Hot Pocket in your microwave with bare hands, tilt a portable fan full-blast on your face and take a YouTube trip down the L.A. concrete with the best of 'em. (And if you start feeling too lame to live, don't worry -- there's still a chance to register for the real thing.)
In other Los Angeles Marathon news:
• The "Fat Man" says: "I have to prove to myself I can do this. Just gonna keep my head down. If I look up... it'll be too much." Meanwhile, the Times says, "His fleshy body is devoid of angles." We're officially petrified.
• The lamest headline in the history of the Contra-Costa Times has been unleashed: "The stage is set, and so are marathoners' goals"
• You will never be as good as these freaks: "Best Finishes in Los Angeles Marathon History"
• To all those with the balls to do it live: Good luck!