Those two ultramarathon incidents that recently occurred seemed more appropriate for today, so I'll post on Part 2 of SETI tomorrow.  When I taught at the University of Hawaii, my next door neighbor on the Manoa Campus was Gordon Dugan, who ran races of long distances, up to 100 miles.   We team-taught Environmental Engineering a couple times, and we still get together for lunch every so often.   He is a hall of fame star, sitting in the middle of that photo.  He is still alive.  I mention this because that is the theme of this article. A third of a century ago I had a golf foursome on Saturdays.  The other three all ran marathons.  One of them never trained, just showing up that particular Sunday morning in December for the Honolulu Marathon.  Did this for several continuous years, almost dying each time.  Once I was there to watch and he was coming down the home stretch, the crowd was cheering, there was someone ahead of him, so he ran faster to pass that person.  The crowd booed