Ryan seems to be incapable of telling the truth….about anything:
For those of you who don’t run, a 4:01 marathoner insisting he broke three hours is the equivalent of a .220 hitter speaking of a .310 average. It’s a retired small-town mayor looking back at his time as a U.S. senator; a dive-bar rock band bragging of once opening for KISS at Madison Square Garden. In this world of ours, there are exaggerations (“She looked just like Halle Berry!”), there are boasts (“Hell, gimme a week in the pool and I’ll destroy Michael Phelps!”) and there are flat-out, straight-up, no-holds-barred lies.
This is a flat-out, straight-up, no-holds-barred lie.