Much like most of my February posts, this one is probably not going to make your top-5 ‘Andy’s Greatest Posts of All-Time’ list. As a matter of fact, I have next to nothing to report. But since I’m in the mood, what with the 35 pages of research paperage I’ve written in the past 4 days and all, I figure–aw, what the hell–why not throw y’all a bone and undertake the arduous task of reporting that next-to-nothingness?
Oh, so I started running again, which is perhaps germane to this blog. And as I dragged my sorry carcass for mile-after-mile down the Ho Chi Minh trail (read: St. Charles Avenue), I became increasingly tempted to drop this foolishness, and devote myself to a new sport; maybe begin my soon-to-be illustrious Mahjong career. And at my absolute nadir of pain, shellacked, tormented, chaffed, and slightly ornery for my solid 25 minutes of exertion, I noticed James Carville trotting down Palmer Avenue.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love James Carville. I rank his quote about Gennifer Flowers’ allegations against Bill Clinton (“Drag a hundred-dollar bill through a trailer park, you never know what you’ll find.”) as one of the greatest things ever spoken in the English language.
But I’ll be goddamned if I let James Carville pass me.
Motivation, she is a strange muse, no? I ran the remainder of that run fearfully imagining being run down by one of my heroes, compelled forward by the threat of shame and disgrace.
Every run since, however, has been gravy. Like, the good, homemade kind that mom made, not that canned sacrilege in the grocery store. I hit 49.96 miles this week, and then realized that I’d run from my bedroom to the door when I heard the delivery man from Favori knock this afternoon, which I’d say puts me just a hair above 50. So, yay.
On a contrary note to that last food-centric paragraph, I’m also trimming back down to race weight. Being dirt poor has been a tremendous boon in this endeavor, as I’ve basically subsisted upon smoked turkey and peanut butter (not to be combined, never again) for the past week. Donations (food or cash) graciously accepted.
So here’s where I leave you. Oh, and for sticking around, have a song:
Song of the Week: Electric Guest – This Head I Hold
(Bonus: He runs in the video! Hooray running!)