In my egomaniacal quest for total domination I have sert out to make onto myself an Uberman. Long hours I have spent training in both mind and body in my secret lab until I stand above the rest of Homosapiens as the tiger stands above the amoeba.
This Saturday I intend to prove both my mental and physical superiority in terms of strength, willpower, stamina, mind over matter, discipline, sheer guts, and tight shorts.
I am running this race.
I will do so this Saturday, March 16 at 9:30 AM.
I intend to defeat every single one of you.
Doubtless you are already so discouraged that you won’t even bother to show up, in which case you must admit my superiority in all things.
But, in case of any of you do want to show up, I will offer the following prize to anyone who can defeat me:
Hmmm. I don’t really have any prizes handy right now. No matter. It would be impossible to win anyway, so why bother? Very well, anyone who shows up and defeats me will win a token chintzy prize.
This is probably your best chance ever to have a crack at me.
I have been living large over the winter, so to speak. lifting weights and eating far too many blooming onions and Big Macs and lifting weights. I am nearly 20 pounds heavier than I was when I ran that Marathon last October.
I would like to say that that is all muscle, but the truth is more along the lines that my body, in its highly evolved superiority to normal men automatically added a layer of subcutaneous fat (mostly to ass and gut,) in order to maintain body temperature through the cold winter months, and to protect me in case I wished to do any diving in arctic waters.
That, being said I lay down the gauntlet of my challenge.
If you decide to show up and run, doubtless you will wonder how to recognize me.
That’s easy.
I will be the one at the finish line with the victorious look on his face.