The suspense will kill you. All the expectations of a final blowout between two boisterous braggadocios in their quest to best one another shall evaporate in this empty space. Read up now. There will be no more word until Monday.
Light the Flame
You may think the Olympics start tomorrow, but really Vanilla and I will open the games on Saturday with our head-to-head, transcontinental 10K-v.-half marathon PR challenge. For some reason NBC will not be showing this event, which is peculiar as it is the only event that you could realistically wake up for and watch live. Their loss.
Ah, yes, the Olympics. If you think the Olympics are not about politics, you're naive. I've tried to stay naive. I really am excited about some of the events. Running, baseball and basketball are all tops on my list to watch, and it will be hard to ignore the swimmers. However, it has become hard to ignore morality.
I will not force you to read any commentary you don't want to, but Washington Post sports columnist Sally Jenkins pretty much sums up my disgust in "Partners in Grime."
[Drunkard's note: If you like good sports writing, check out Jenkins' columns and books. Here's an interview with her, which is one of my favorite interviews ever.]
Poynter Institute writing coach Roy Peter Clark has a few more, and perhaps less contentious, reasons to skip the Olympics, in "Let the Games Begin Without Me." (Some of us have a pennant race to watch.)
Back to Idiocy
Nitmos has yet to graduate to nitwit. I have now completed two full weeks of stretchy-banding. It seems that laundry is a ways off yet. However, I'm feeling soreness in that good way in what I hope to make formerly flabby areas.
You Are the Decider
Vanilla will be happy to know that I'm conflicted about my running schedule today. Although I'm trying to reach a goal on Saturday, the race is also a training run for the Akron Marathon. In effect, I switched my usual workouts and made today a long run (10 miles) and replaced my tempo with the 10K. Now, I'm doubting the wisdom of my planning. So far, my training plan has felt perfect, but I wonder if my legs will be too tired to race well. What say you, peanut gallery?
Either Way He's Toast
I expect some attempt at sabotage in the above request. Sadly, Vanilla has taken my attempts to be positive as some disingenuous race tactic. You'd think I was killing him with kindness. I expect him to retaliate with some bogus advice like he provided in yesterday's post. I'll simply do the opposite of whatever he suggests. Take that!
A Day Away
Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, I won't be at the office and therefore not bored enough to post Flashback Friday. I'll be at a park, wasting energy by playing games and water skiing. That shouldn't hamper my plans for Saturday at all. Until Monday!
Good luck with your race, Vanilla. I look forward to the results of this challenge. Let the best man win.
And good luck to anyone else who might be racing this weekend. Have a fine weekend, teammates. Run well and drink well. Cheers.