I have a mental list of things I am not terribly likely to try in my lifetime.
A few items on the list include: running a marathon (see: Uta Pippig), play running back for the Patriots (I would be killed instantly and anyway #39 does a great job), drive a Formula One car around the track at Imola, make a cheese souffle for the Queen of England...
The most recent addition to that is: Enter a Food Eating Contest.
Don't get me wrong, I am fully capable of eating lots.
However when I over eat, all I want to do is have my stomach pumped, I wonder why Roman vomitoriums went out of style, and I lie in bed swearing to never eat again and to only have a little lemon juice and some lettuce for the rest of my days.
So when I read about people who are able to wolf down something ridiculous like 674 hotdogs in 48 minutes it makes my stomach go "blurp".
Not because of the amount the winner ate, but because of the amount that the runner up had to eat.
You'll notice in the picture there are four people huffing food. There can only be one winner.
It gives me a vicarious pain in my gut.