Asa told me again yesterday how he wanted to be a Bad Guy when he grew up — like Darth Vader. He’d been introduced to Mr. Vader over Christmas at his cousin’s house. Nothing Eliot and I have told him about bad guys or Vader has convinced him that Luke — or Gandhi — should be the “when-I-grow-up” guy to aspire to be. Sigh. Then a friend sent a link to a new Volkswagon commercial yesterday and I’ve softened. Have you seen this one? Maybe it’s on the TV constantly right now and you’re sick of it. We don’t have a TV, so it really made my morning. Thanks K.
On the running side of things, I read this in Dr. Sheehan’s book last night.
“The distance runner is the least of all athletes. His sport the least of all sports. That he does it at all, either well or ill, implies that he can do nothing else. He has by the process of elimination come to the level of his competence, which is little more than survival.”
Just right, eh?
He concludes with this, of course:
“The distance runner… is absorbed in his encounter with the everyday world. He is mysteriously reconciling the separations of body and mind, of pain and pleasure, of the conscious and the unconscious…He has found a way to make the ordinary extraordinary; the commonplace, unique; the everyday, eternal.”
Hope your cold cold runs don’t feel too eternal this morning. May the Force (or the image of a tiny, surprised Darth Vader) be with you.