Reading the reviews of my company at glassdoor.com is both depressing and hi-larious.

My favorite so far: "no diversity, all male white run - it's like working for a republican convention."

Hey, if you unfriend someone on Facebook, do they get notified?

Oh my lord. One of my high school classmates had a campout last weekend for our 20 year reunion. I skipped it, because I loathe (1) camping, (2) reunions, and (3) the woman who hosted it.

But she friended me on Facebook, and in looking at her picture, I wouldn't recognize her as my classmate if I bumped into her on the street. Not at all. Which, I know, it's been 2 decades. People change. Plastic surgery is had and obessive exercising is engaged in. But still. I'm stunned at how unrecognizable she is.

So then I looked at some of the pictures she posted of the campout -- everyone there was a classmate, and I'd bet I recognized maybe 1/3 of them. It's a little freaky to think they changed, physically, that much. Because while I've gotten fatter, I still look pretty much the same as I did 20 years ago.

At least, *I* think I do. Maybe all of the classmates who I don't recognize would look at me and say, "Who?" Weird.

Well, Usain obviously trains like a mofo, and Lance Armstrong is driven beyond belief, but we saw Bolt win when it looked like he wasn't trying as hard as everyone else.

And I seem to remember shameful things about his diet during the Olympics--things that would shame me when I'm trying to get fighting fit, but that obviously weren't as much as a factor for his amazing metabolism.

A guy I went to high school with was almost unrecognizable after one year. He had gained a bunch of weight and lost most of his hair.

his amazing metabolism.

In ten years his metabolism will probably shut down and it'll be Revenge of the Cheeseburger or something.

but we saw Bolt win when it looked like he wasn't trying as hard as everyone else.

I'm sure he does overall, though. I mean, he doesn't sit around eating Big Macs and then get off the couch and do that, right?

A friend of my late cousin's that I knew to say hi to changed so much that I can barely believe he's the same person, and in fact did not recognize him the first time I saw him after many years. I almost wish he'd been an asshole back in school rather than a pretty nice guy, because the schadenfreude would be delicious if it happened to someone I disliked.

I'm sure he does overall, though. I mean, he doesn't sit around eating Big Macs and then get off the couch and do that, right?

Wasn't it him who ate Mickey D's for the whole competition? I remember it not being healthy stuff. But yeah, he trains hard. It's just that he doesn't have to go all out to win...yet.

In ten years his metabolism will probably shut down and it'll be Revenge of the Cheeseburger or something.

He's only 23. I think he's fine for the next ten years. He looks like a wiry type and most of the runners I've seen age haven't tended to fat with time. Shot put is a whole 'nother ballgame.

I've seen a lot of articles saying that Phelps's hyperflexibility gives him an advantage. From what I've read, I've got about the same range of motion as him, and I've yet to figure out how to channel that into being even an average swimmer. Mostly, mine just leads to winning bar bets and freaking out doctors and physical therapists.

I may not be as small as I was 16 years ago, but hotdamned, I am a lot more fit, happy with myself and in a better headspace. Some of that recent, but the latter, well. As bad as I've been in that time, had more confidence than I did back there. Still no interest in going to a reunion. I've found those I want to, screw the rest. Besides, small town, it's all been shared.