Thank you Cortese, I enjoy your posts a great deal.
GOAL: 49.XX 400m (a 2 second PR)
BY: May 07
Why 400m? A 400m runner must have the perfect blend of speed and endurance in order to run it well. It doesn’t hurt to be crazy either, and that I can count on.
obviously, there are benchmarks to achieve, and I will keep everyone abreast as to what they are. And if it seems far fetched, well, I don’t care
Some of my inspirations.
CFTS, by Charlie Francis
Anything by Dave Tate, Jim Wendler, Jason Feruggia, Joe DeFranco, Jack Reape, Pavel Tsatsouline, Matt Wiggins, or Mike over at the Elitetrack site.
The Brothers Karamozov by Fyodor Dostoeyvsky
It All Adds Up by Saul Bellow
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe
Men at Work by George F. Will
1776 by David McCollough
What’s So great about America by Dniesh D’Souza
Reason by Robert Reich
Death in Venice by Thomas Mann
The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway
Exodus by Leon Uris
Illiad by Homer
The Politics by Aristotle
Leaves of Grass by Whitman
The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald and the first half of the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Twain
Tom Petty, John Mellencamp, Toby Keith, Tim McGraw, Keith Urban, about a gajillion country songs by one hit wonders 50 and the G-unit crew, Usher, Frank Sinatra et al, John Coltrane, Fleetwood Mac, CSNY, CCR, Ludacris, The Killers, The Bravery, Franz Ferdinand, Jimmy Eat World, Yellowcard, Ryan Adams, Oasis, Third Eye Blind, Guster, some Dave Matthews, Wallflowers, Bach, Beethoven, Brahms, Mozart, Handel, gregorian chants, niguns, and Simon and Garfunkel.
I have a thing for the impressionists, but pretty much am astonished by all art except baroque and modern art and I can’t see a picture of the American Flag, the Capitol, White House, Ground Zero hear a rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, my perfect golden retriver or my brand new baby cousins without being moved to the verge of tears. I have the coolest little brother in the world and I think my parents did the right thing by divorcing.
I grew up in the middle of nowhere and somehow ended up cultured because to everyone’s chagrin, the above list is not every book I’ve read, nor every band I’ve heard nor every everything, can tell the difference between straw and hay, qoute scripture chapter and verse, have rode horses and shot shotguns, enjoy lots of sex, fine cuban cigars and Johnny Walker, and sleep on average 4-6 hours a night because if I sleep more I get bored.
I shall, like Thoreau always love the dawn and the hope each new day brings.
I believe in the cock, the pussy, the soul,the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, that Lee Harvey acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
I believe everyone on the planet ought to know exactly which of my 600 some odd favorite films that last paragraph comes from.
When my tombstone is engraved it shall have the inscription that “here lies joesixpack, a man whose better angels were defeated by his obssesive need to win.”
And I love a challenge.