Ryan Reynolds is the latest celebrity jumping on the triathalon marathon express. Katie Holmes kicked off the trend when she ran the New York Marathon last year while listening to Kanye West's "Stronger" on her "illegal/prohibited" ipod.
All of Matt Damon's action films have finally paid of, as the actor took part in the Escape to Miami Triathlon on Sunday morning (October 5). According to reports, the 38-year-old "Bourne Ultimatum" hunk’s brother Kyle, who managed to take 27th place with a time of 2:23:40, talked him into participating in the event. source
Now actor Ryan Reynolds is running the NYC marathon after he just married actress Scarlett Johannson. Watch JLo explain on Good Morning America why she wanted to kick the endorphins into high gear and get some exercise. A triathalon is the ultimate celebrity photo opportunity without a supporting cast.
Shouldn't newlywed Ryan Reynolds be enjoying his honeymoon with his hot wife instead of running away? Read an excerpt from Ryan's exclusive blog on the Huffington Post. UPDATE : Ryan Reynolds was named celebrity chair of Team Fox and is running to help Michael J. Fox and Parkinson Research. It's great that Ryan is doing his part to help find a cure and run for a charitable cause. Click here to learn how you can help.
"I am proud to be a part of this team of dedicated and motivated people
who are getting out there and making a difference," said Ryan. "The
Michael J. Fox Foundation is doing whatever it takes to improve
patients’ quality of life and deliver a cure to people living with PD,
like my father."
Michael J. Fox says: "We’re truly grateful to Ryan for joining Team Fox and for being a part of this fight. Team Fox means so much to me and to everyone at MJFF. It’s at the heart of what we're about – making a difference in the millions of lives touched by Parkinson’s disease. We’re thrilled that Ryan is now officially a member of our team." source
A couple of years ago, I walked uptown to Central Park on one of those perfect November days. The air had a bite to it while the sun shone bright. It was the day of the New York Marathon and I thought it might be fun to watch the runners nearing the finish line. So, I joined the crowd about a half-mile before the race's end at Tavern On The Green. With my arms resting on the cold cordon, I saw an incredible spectacle of people pushed to the very brink of collapse. I expected exhaustion, but what I didn't expect was to see just how much these runners had to EARN their prize. It was emotional. The pain was etched into their faces so deeply, you'd swear they'd spend the next 3 weeks looking like Abe Vigoda. I saw guys coming in to finish with bleeding nipples. Why in the hell were their nipples bleeding? People were crying. People were limping, hobbling, screaming, crawling. But most importantly, people were experiencing a sublime rapture that I couldn't even hope to understand. They were touching something magical no stalk-still mortal simply watching the race could comprehend. These people had accomplished something real. At that moment, with all the energy, inspiration and passion swirling through the crisp autumnal air, I breathed in deeply and decided something: I'd never fucking do that ever, ever. What in the fuck were these idiots thinking? Bleeding nipples. Bleeding. Nipples. source