Ladies, Ladies, Ladies.....where has all the hardcore gone? I mean I go to check the Nike Challenge page and see Cube hasn't even run once in like a week. Chilena is talking about drinks and having fun in place of tears and sweat. I don't even want to know what Croat is up to. Probably something so heinously un-hardcore that the mere site of this blog makes her cringe with shame and guilt....
I mean come on ladies. I used to come to A Cube, a Croat and a Chilena for motivation. Now it's Artie who's given the pep talks? Cube I mean I get it you are studying for the most important test of your professional career. I get it. but come on ZERO.ZERO runs. I mean hey I don't mind smoking you by 20 miles but I do like a challenge.
I think it's time to bust out the good ole Catalunya flag story to motivate some butts onto the concrete. You see ladies there is a legend in Barcelona about the Catalan flag and it goes something like this:
There once was a Catalunian Count by the name of Guifré el Pilóss also known as Wilfred the Hairy, who had a mighty Golden Shield, and was also known as a tremendous marathon runner*. Old Willie loved his country so much that he would run around defending it against all invaders to his dying breath (Much in the same way hardcore runners defend their hearts against the invading forces of Sloth and Laziness). Soon his beloved Barcelona came under attack from the Moors and he was killed in an intense battle defending his homeland. As he lay there dying, his fingers covered in blood he reached for his Golden shield which lay next to him and with his dying breath he smeared his bloody finger tips onto the shield and cried out "I may die now...but I gave those Moors one hell of a RUN**". That is why the Catalan flag is gold with red stripes you see. Now young ladies the lesson we take away from this is: Even though you may be attacked by the forces of Ease, Laziness and Drinking Good Times you must fight on and RUN. Run until you are bloody and dying and smearing your finger tips onto your racing bibs. The Count and Coach Hal would be proud.
*Was not known as a tremendous marathon runner. We all know the Spanish hate all forms of physical activity. Let's not kid ourselves.
**Not actually said by Count Guifré el Pilóss. He probably said something about courage or freedom or something.
4 comments:
this post is amazing...i am so taken aback by its awesomeness. it is informative, motivating, firm yet gentle, inspring, hilarious...wow. unfortunately i am under a total time crunch right now and wont have a free minute until about 4pm. but i am very seriously considering going for a run around then. for real!
omg i love the catalunya story. takes me back to that one sunny afternoon in barca with you...sitting in el parque, eating chocolate, trying to learn catalan, faling in love with catalan jamon and [name of alcohol--cant remember??] that one drinnk that is like champagne and so so delish! and our beach jaunts along la costa brava... so much fun! we should really do another spain trip.
I am soooo down for an Espana trip. I'm in need of a good jamon and ropes binge. I think it might have to wait though until the Euro stops kicking our ass and gas prices go down or I have more than 5 dollars in my bank account....so probably in a few weeks right?
Can't wait for your Nike Challenge meter to go up :-)
CAVA! thats what the intoxicating liquor is. and yes, i agree that we should probs wait til all that stuff clears up. kind of in la misma barca.
i just reread this and laughed just as hard the second time around. i mean..."Run until you are bloody and dying and smearing your finger tips onto your racing bibs."...???!! HAHA. definition hardcore.
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