In the October 14 issue of Sports Illustrated, page A32
"...You know That Guy. He's the mirthless, Speedo-clad aerobitron you see at every 10K and triathlon, who's always too busy checking his heart-rate monitor and duct-taping his nipples to return your greeting in the parking lot. His legs are shaven. When he's finished hi GU, he drops the packet on the road, as if his registration fee bought him the right to litter. Someone forgot to tell him that the event is a weekend diversion, nt an Olympic qualifer..."