Dailymail – For many, running the New York City marathon is a memorable accomplishment. For Mary Martin and Raymond Donaldson, that wasn’t quite enough. The couple got married in the midst of the marathon as a fellow runner ran alongside them officiating the mobile ceremony. The Donaldsons said that their family was in attendance and watched at the 22nd mile, though they would have only seen a portion of the ceremony since they never stopped running. A man named Greg who the couple had just met served as the officiant and ran alongside Mr Donaldson reading off of a piece of paper. ‘He’s a minister and he’s and Iron Man, he did the Iron Man just a month ago.

You know why people like Barstool Sports? Because even though it is bombastic and over the top, there is also a degree of truth in everything we say. And I’ve never been more right about anything in my life than dickhead marathoners. For the better part of the past decade I’ve been fighting with these idiots. Basically saying that anybody can do it. That it’s the most over rated accomplishment in the world. That marathoners are just attention seeking whores. And time and time and time again they prove me right. Chicks giving birth running the marathon. People running double marathons. And now this. Two morons getting married during the marathon.

Why would anybody do anything like this you ask? For the same exact reason 98% of marathoners run in the first place. Because they didn’t get enough attention growing up, probably sucked at sports and now feel the need for complete strangers to pay attention to them and cheer for them and tell them how awesome they are. Well I won’t do it. Listen I have no problem with people who run marathons for themselves, but those people are few and far between. The majority of runners are like these two. People who are just desperate for their day in the sun.   Just inventing new ways to hog the spotlight. It’s disgusting to watch.  You want me to pay attention to you and talk about how awesome you are? Do me a favor and win. Or at least beat one Kenyan. Until then just shut up and run the race quietly.   Because you’re gonna need more than a sweet pair of Oakley blades to convince me you’re a real athlete.