… Shane exclaimed one warm August day, as he agreed to consume not one, but two massive Perry’s Deli sammies. One of which had to be a triple-decker, the other a standard, which is by no means “standard.” The images alone are enough to make a normal mouth water with desire and quiver with fear. But Shane … Shane knows no fear and equipped with his C+ or possibly B- game, he agreed that today would be the day to take on this monstrosity.

For the challenge Shane selected “The K.O. Club” (which I highly recommended against … I mean c’mon, the name says it all) and “Roast Beef.” (Choose your poison at http://www.perrysdeli.com/menu.html) Roughly 10 minutes in he had already punished half of the triple-decker and I thought to myself “if eating was a sport … oh wait, it is. Never mind.” Equipped with a bag of chips for crunch and Nalgene jug of water to lube, Shane-O continued to horse pound his way though the sanguidos. Other than the occasional complain regarding the fillingness of the rye or the cotton like effect of the turkey, he barreled through without a doubt he would succeed. Then came the dreaded minute 34, when he realized he was only slightly over half way through his mound of food and he began to slow, like the rest of us after half of a corned beef sandwich.

As we began to realize the pit wasn’t bottomless and the mighty Shane had struck out, I had one final question: half marathon or 2 Perry’s sandwiches? And without hesitation, Shane said, “I’d rather run the half marathon.”