So I have to temporarily abandon my destiny amidst the piled up burger wrappers and the empty 64 ounce coke cups knocking around my place, whilst dragging myself away from the curiously hypnotic effect of pharmaceutical adverts for conditions I didn’t know existed but now am certain I have, and join a few of my all together healthier Rocky Hill colleagues in running the Hartford half marathon tomorrow morning.  I am of course in no condition to run it in a time that would merit you contributing anything, but I would beseech you to look beyond my undoubtedly appalling effort to the greater ISIS cause and if you’re able to sponsor me that would be most appreciated.