Subject: Pardon me Wow! I may be dating myself here, but I remember reading that article. It came out during the late 1970's running boom that was started by the Jim Fixx book. That year (actually 1978, but I am exercising my poetic license here) I read two books that were to have a profound impact on my life - Jim Fixx The Complete Book of Running
- Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
It took me 18 years to recover from HST. Jim Fixx is proving to be a chronic affliction. That SI article has dwelt in the depths of my subconscious since I read it. One late night sitting on a hotel room floor in New Orleans, smoking a surreptitious cigarette and hating my job, some part of that article came back to me like some ancient peyote vision (may have been the hurricanes and hand gernades). I resolved at that point to actually do a triathlon because it seemed to be the thing that was furtherest from where I was at the moment. Much time passed between the resolution and the realization, but I pulled it off. Jim Fixx is dead. Hunter Thompson is dead, and New Orleans is wounded. I turn 40 this year, and I realize I dont know sh*t. I will raise a glass to the departed and the dispossessed. I will reflect on the King-Hell bad craziness of the storms, natural and of my/our own making. I will train like a vengeful monk in a Hong Kong Kung-Fu movie. I will run through the streets of Evangeline and shoot big rockets into the night. I will frighten upstanding citizens with my rants. I will wake up in the morning and swim in my orange goggles. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
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