in celebration of: my mum
my mother and i ran our 10th Race for the Cure yesterday. between the 1st and 2nd mile markers was the Univ of Baltimore's marching band, overwhelmingly black and comprised largely of drummers and cheerleaders. long before we saw the band we heard the rumble of tom-toms and bass drums. no john phillips sousa here; it was pure sepultura that made you feel like shucking your shoes, loosing your hair and dancing with utter abandon.
maybe that would have broken the stoniness of P Diddy on bass, with his mirror sunglasses, stone-still torso and cocksure arms that rumbled out a tribal rhythm. we streamed by -- 32,000 runners recognising our mothers, grandmothers, daughters, sisters and friends -- while P gazed out with the impassivity of a roman god. 
It's been years since they told her about it
The darkness her body possessed
And the scars are still there in the mirror
Everyday that she gets herself dressed
Though the pain is miles and miles behind her
And the fear is now a docile beast
If you ask her why she is still running
She'll tell you it makes her complete
melissa etheridge - i run for life
7 comments:
A very awesome way to spend a day. Well done, both of you.
thanks cat.
my mom is stuff-worthy too.
a word of caution: my massage therapist told me that one of the seasoned marathoners in this area decided that for his 5th trip to Boston he was going full-tilt healthy leading up to the race. no crap food, no booze, yadda yadda... and he ended up getting horribly sick before the marathon.
for this reason i have decided that from hereon a glass of wine (1, not 4, and normal, not Finn-sized) is okay.
just food (and drink) for thought.
[the powers of rationalisation compelled me.]
Ah, divine providence. So compelling in its compelosity.
much like the bowl of candy corn that magically refills.
it simply cannot be ignored.
Finn, your d00dness, I just don't get the candy corn thing. Why that, specifically? Is it not so much about the taste, and maybe more about subtly giving gluten the finger? Are you sticking it to The Maize?
that's one of the reasons I like u, teho: you give me cred when no credit is due. whereas I used to ascribe my candy corn addiction to 1) its sugariness 2) its thereness and 3) its orangeness, i'll now argue its sticking it to the maize.
kinda like bobby sands and poo.
And across the republic a thousand noses suddenly sniffed the air and a small violin did start to play...
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