Blisters v. Nosebleeds

The average person might think a 55-hour workweek or running in a marathon would each, on its own, qualify Bob Yawger as certifiably insane. But like the 3,000 Wall Streeters running 26.2 miles through the five boroughs, he is doing both. To them, there's nothing nuts about this combination: Running a marathon on top of crazy hours makes them better at their demanding jobs. And it keeps them sane. Sort of.
"If I miss one day of running, I become testy, miserable," said the hyperkinetic 42-year-old Mr. Yawger, who works at Man Financial.
Psychologists don't agree on the threshold at which enthusiasm for running veers into addiction. But some runners don't care if they are addicted.
Take Tucker Andersen, a 64-year-old Wall Street veteran. He is the Cal Ripken of the New York Marathon, running in his record 31st straight New York Marathon. Some addictions are positive, he says, to his wife's consternation. Anyway, says the former hedge fund manager with Cumberland Associates, "anybody this obsessive and with a streak this long won't stop."
The last day he didn't run was in 1992.

Pretty impressive binge streak you have there, Tucks. Marathons: Wall Street's answer to coke no longer being a socially acceptable pastime.
For Wall Street's Elite, Marathon Means Glorious Solitude [NY Sun]