Spurred by the hair conversation, Howard remembered how he tried to go incognito by hiding his own hair under a hat when he went to watch Beth cross the NY Marathon finish-line. Howard first complained about the spectators who wouldn't leave him alone: "I missed my wife crossing the finish line! I've never admitted that...these people drive me nuts! And then some guy took a picture of me handing my wife a medal. And without my hair, my face looks like a monster."
Howard explained that he wasn't actually "without" his hair but had simply tucked it into a cap--a look that haunts him every day now that Beth's hung the photo above their mantle. Howard said he'd never be a marathon spectator again, as you wait hours for just a seconds-long glimpse of your loved one--even if Robin runs this November: "I love Robin, but I'll hear about it on Monday."