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I'll start with a plug for Garmin, and follow with a complaint. You see, Garmin has this really nifty feature that allows you to upload your info from your GPS device straight into their website. Pretty cool, right? However, one problem is that it only works with certain browsers such as Internet Explorer or Firefox, but not Google Chrome. So their maps are powered by Google, but their browsers aren't. I think they need to upgrade that.

But, that's my only complaint. Since you can post a run in, say, Portland, you can also connect to a friend in, say, San Diego, and compare data. Of course, if I'm comparing run data with my friend Clarence, of Laces Running Company, the discussion will most likely degenerate into an argument over whether On the Edge was the best running movie or worst running movie ever.

Basically, it's the Showgirls of running. There are highs and lows that articulate the sport, but the lack of a cohesive plot quashes its own efforts. There is an aura of romanticism in such a movie. For example, one of the reasons Rocky was so good is because it was based on a real story. Here you have realism, especially with an unexplainably nude Pam Grier, but no story.

There are a couple of true underdog stories that come to mind, such as Kathrine Switzer's successful Boston Marathon finish (after a race official tried to physically push her out of the race), and of course Alberto Salazar'striumphant return to running at the age of 36 by winning the Comrades.

Over the Edge, however, falls short in comparison. Oh sure, there's some helpful running tips in there. But it doesn't even have the character depth or plot development of some sports-oriented comedies such as Blades of Glory, Semi-Pro, or Talladega Nights. On the Edge is funny on an existential level, but of course not on purpose.

One thing is clear. Quentin Tarantino needs to remake this film. If Pam Grier doesn't want to reprise her role, I'm sure Aisha Tyler would do it. Most importantly, Bruce Dern's protagonist should be played by Will Ferrell. We need someone to jump on this, give Will and Quentin a call, and make it happen. How about Runners World's Bart Yasso?