We're running the La La Land Marathon on Sunday. I emailed my friends the following message: I’ve been resting so much I now have blisters on my arse. I can’t wait to run! I’m chomping at the bit, a bat released from hell, a spider on the fly, a Romanian race horse at the gate, a Siberian, an Alaskan, perhaps a Malamute harnessed to a stationary sled, Gee! Haw! I can’t wait to run! I’ll probably take-off at sub 5 minute miles; Prefontane will be smiling at me from the grave. I'll run so fast I might meet him there. Who knows, I’m liable to break a world record. I’m gonna....Jake! Jake! Calm Down! SLAP! Calm Down! SLAP! You’ve got the Almighty Catalina in two weeks! SLAP!.....Many moments later..... Okay, okay, after the attitude adjustment and careful reconsideration, I’ve decided that the world record is safe, this time.
Instead, I plan on tying a ball and chain to my leg to slow me down. If you see me out there, dragging a ball and chain, but still running like the wind, please do your utmost to Mary Decker trip me. At all costs I must run slowly to avoid spending all my energy, Catalina affords no mercy.
Ahhhh.....on second thought, forget all that running stuff, I think I’ll just kick my feet up, smoke a cigar, drink some coffee, and a little later go take a nap and dream of fantastic feats, it's easier. I'll look for yall on the tellie.
Good luck all.
May the WIND always be at your back,
Jake
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