Everybody Is A Star

Everybody is a star
I can feel it when you shine on me.
I love you for who you are
Not the one you feel you need to be.
Ever catch a falling star?
Ain't no stopping 'til it's in the ground
Everybody is a star
One big circle going round and round


 - Sly and the Family Stone


The Hatfields v. The McCoys...
Spy v. Spy...
Kim Jong-il v. every rational human being on Earth...
Kovas Palubinskas v. Chris Korn...

But it doesn't have to be this way.

Chris and Kovas, look at this picture.  Though you might see Bigfoot, I see a furry beast in it's element, putting one foot in front of the other, enjoying the serendipity in each and every step.

Become inspired by this image.  Start celebrating the thing that brought you together in the first place - running.  It's time to bury the hatchet.  It's time to heal.  Because everybody is a star, even you two.

Make Believe

Do any of you guys play make believe?

....Nah me either - that's kid's stuff.  But hypothetically speaking, here's how I would play if I did (in fact) play make believe.

Fabian Cancellara

1.  If I was riding my bike into a brutal headwind going about 2 miles an hour and happened to have shoe covers on, I'd pretend I was Fabian Cancellara and the shoe covers were actually part of a state-of-the-art time trial suit.  At least this would make 2 miles an hour feel like 3 miles an hour.

Tenzing Norgay

2.  If I was climbing a mountain but found myself exhausted within the last 1000 feet of the summit, I would pretend I was Tenzing Norgay on the first ascent of Everest.  Why Tenzing?  Because I'm fairly certain that he either beat Edmund Hillary to the top or saved his butt by pulling him up the final snowfield.

Kovas Palubinskas

3.  If I was running in the extreme cold and having a tough time of it, I would pretend I was Kovas Palubinskas and was wearing a ThermaJock.  Then I would be warm.  Everywhere.



 

Thomas Pynchon

4.  If I was staring at my computer trying to figure out what to post on the blog, I'd pretend I was Thomas Pynchon and attempt to dazzle you with an intricate story filled with equal parts science, conspiracy and paranoia.  But how would this play out?  Would I mix a high dose of vitamin B12 with a sports drink, start hallucinating and become convinced that there were poisonous snakes everywhere I ran?  Or worse, would the runner I just passed actually be a serial killer that had just turned around and was now following me?  And I might as well make the serial killer part of a super secret trail running society that's mission is to eradicate those who run on pavement.  Because this is what Pynchon would do if he wrote about endurance sports.

I know, this one's a little out there.  But then again, that's the beauty of make believe.

How would you play?  And I mean this hypothetically speaking, of course.