10. The wildly colorful, neon, skin-tight running shirt you are wearing is for some ultra-frum charity in Brooklyn

9. No one can pronounce your name despite the fact that it’s written on your shirt. (name: Shmuely = “Go Shmucky!”)

8.  You proudly recite Asher Yatzer after peeing off the Verazano Bridge

7. Physically you felt a hell of a lot worse at Neliah on Yom Kippur

6. You realize the term “Anu Ratzim, vHaim Ratzim” suddenly refers to the same finish line

5. You expect 5minutes off your time due to required hugs/kisses/photos with your mother (immediately tagged to facebook with the byline “Now if he could only get married!!)

4. You awkwardly try to let on to any girl wearing a running-skirt that you are Jewish: “Hey, um, is this running-goo pareve?”

3. Immediately consider conversion once you realize that the only place throughout the entire 26.2 mile run that has no fans cheering is Chasidic Williamsburg

2. You haven’t shvitzed this much since your cousin’s wedding in Monsey when the AC went out

1. You know why 26 is the gematria of God’s name – because at that mile, you’ve never thanked God so much in your life