Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Of all the Gin Joints in all the towns in all the World....

Rick: Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa: But, Richard, no, I... I...
Rick: Now, you've got to listen to me! You have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louie?
Captain Renault: I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist.
Ilsa: You're saying this only to make me go.
Rick: I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: But what about us?
Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you.
Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now... Here's looking at you kid.

Sorry, I was feeling alittle down today so I watched some watched some of my favorite movies tonight. It's day two of my running hiatus and I miss it so much I could scream. The weather is nice, the roads are clear of snow, and all my friends are running. Maybe this was meant to show me that I put too much of my self-worth into running. I am a runner, that's what I do, so when I can't run what am I. Just another middle-aged guy. I'm really not that interesting outside of running and that makes me only mildly bearable to most people. So here is another blog that's supposed to be about running that will venture off on a path that further convinces you that, not only have you wasted your time reading this, but that you are probably dumber after having read it. Sorry for that.

Pilates. Blondey is back. I know, I know, this relationship is not healthy, she's not right for me, blah blah blah. I've heard it all before but I just can't stay away from her. Shelley and Jen are great and I love them but I am drawn back to Blondey like a guilty pleasure you just can't get rid of. I'll be sure to add this to my list of self-destructive habits. Anyway, I am now doing two Pilates DVDs a night because I don't think I am getting a good workout from just one. I am seriously considering attending a class.

I have a confession to make. I have a crush on Paula Radcliffe. Have you seen the new Runner's World? She's the cover story and I must admit that I have a puppy-love crush on her after looking through the magazine about a million times over the last few days. Her 10 month old daughter is absolutely adorable and they are so cute together. Her husband is, of course, handsome, probably brilliant, and probably works tirelessly at helping starving children but hey, what's he got that I don't have. Please don't answer that!

I have been thinking lately about triathlons. I used to do sprint distance tri's a few years ago and they were fun. My definition of swimming is being surrounded by water and not drowning so I really suck at swimming but it was a great workout. I think I would like to try a mid-long distance one someday. I think the training would be fun. Maybe I'll add that to my list of things to do before I donate what's left of my alcohol preserved body to science.

I don't know a lot,(insert Bogart accent) but I know it doesn't take much to see that the problems of one little runner don't matter a hill a beans in this crazy world. Someday maybe I'll understand that..... here's looking at you kid.

Thanks for listening

2 comments:

PKPWV said...

You know you are very funny!!! Just in case you didn't know that! And I can't believe you went back to blondy! WOW! How do your other two pilates instructors feel about this? As for the class-YES GO TO A CLASS! I highly recommend it! I think you'll get a way better workout and it will make you feel good to get out of the house to exercise!!! I tried it at home and just couldn't do it-but the classes i go to are so different. i go 3x a week and it ROCKS!!!

I'm sure you're more that just a runner-running is your joy! And there is nothing wrong with having a healthy joy, habit, love whatever you want to call it!!! Just think you could have been my ex-boyfriend-an alcoholic, drug addict, coward, user loser! And I don't think you are anything like that!!! You worship and cherish the body you've been given!!! That's an amazing gift!! Cherish that and embrace that! there is nothing wrong with just being a runner!!! You could be way worse!!

-P

RBR said...

"My definition of swimming is being surrounded by water and not drowning so I really suck at swimming"
(I tried to make that in italics as in a quote, but my html is pretty weak and blogger has rejected it three time. Uncle! You win Blogger. I thought I would put this disclaimer in)

Anyhoo... I could have totally written that! Hoo! That made me laugh. Thanks! If you want to feel better you can read my race report from the Pacific Grove Triathlon this year, the swim was, ...well, at least I didn't drown. I did, however, get my own surfboard escort. You know you are looking bad when the surf board guy follows you.

I am not going to attempt html tags for a link. I apologize for its ridiculous lenght:

http://rbr-runbabyrun.blogspot.com/2007/09/race-report-triathlon-at-pacific-grove.html