Friday, November 25, 2011

Go Run

OK, I loaded up. It was only one plate, but it successfully held "average" portions of sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, my artichoke and crimini risotto, a garden salad. I asked my nephew for help with the apple pie cobbler and two scoops of Bryers vanilla. Afterwards sipping an ice-cold Red Hook ESB by fireside I felt like a beached beluga, bloated, stuffed and incapable of much movement. I could actually feel my digestive enzymes reel in horror at the reality of their task at hand. The thought crossed that maybe this is what the difference feels like between a defensive lineman and a marathoner.


Good news was that we had a wonderful evening, mostly devoid of chaos and stress, the biggest challenge trying to quickly recall the specific facts involving The Watergate Tapes, Lumpy Rutherfort, Paul Allen's CFO, Gene Hackman's best roles and free range, local, organic turkey. My sole contribution being a decade's old story about fixing frozen pipes for Frankie as he served a traditional Thanksgiving diver to a housefly of guests. It was great having two nephews, one brother, a sister in law, Dad and his wife peacefully enjoying a special meal.


And now it's Black Friday. Gimme a break. Could we please come up with something a touch lighter for this annual celebration of commercialism? Halmark? Let's just all go out and buy a bunch of shit and call it a stimulus package. I can hear the BoA brass chortling as we crawl further into the debt of their compounded slimy interest on purchase rates. Help Mr. Wizard, the capitalist model is out of control and chasing our souls. The hunter has been captured by the game. The Super Committee has spoken!


You know my solution. Yep. Go run. Today's 10K appears as if it might be in a hazy semblance of clear sky. At least the rains have stopped temporarily.


Over indulgence, guilt, fear, anxiety, media exploitation, debt, hopelessness. Faced by so many Americas today, Black Friday. Go shopping?


No, go running.


Pix: In Michael and Kim's kitchen: The Bird and the risotto trinity.


1 comment:

ej said...

my pick, Bite the Bullet, what an excellent thriller set in western times