Inspired by a previous post about trail running at night, I broke out my black diamond head lamp, slapped on my reflective vest and headed out the door.
It was a cool, overcast night here in NY and we had some rain earlier in the day - perfect for a run.
Had to run through town to get the ‘back roads’, and once I escaped the street lamps, I found myself alone with only the small patch of pavement in front of me.
Man, do I love to run at night. I had forgotten how enjoyable it was to be surrounded by darkness. One stretch of my run found me going up a fairly steep hill for about 1/2 mile, but since I couldn’t see the top of it felt as if I was running on flat ground.
I got home all pumped up. It wasn’t the fastest run I had ever done (I didn’t even wear a watch), but it felt so good. It was exactly what I need to get motivated again, as my season has ended, and I was in a 2 week cold-induced funk.
Time to stock up on batteries as I hope to make this a common occurence this - especially w/ DST fast approaching.
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one—big hitter, the Lama—long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.
"The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. " The delivery of that little nugget it quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve taken from a lifetime of comedy observed. The best.
Thanks for the thread, guys! I just burst out laughing at my desk – luckily my door is closed or my co-workers would think I’m losing it. I could go on with Caddyshack and Animal House all day.
I live in LA and see celebs pretty frequently, but the only time I ever got excited about a sighting was when I sat at a table next to Harold Ramis. I spent the whole lunch meeting trying to hear what he was saying. (For those who don’t know him, he wrote, among other things, Caddyshack, Animal House, Stripes, Ghost Busters, Groundhog Day (screenplay) and Back to School. He was also a writer for SCTV.) A true comic genius.
These are movies that the director and wiiter set each scene for the actors, what should occur, what is going on and then for the most part it is all impromptu. The actors play off each other and make it up as they go. Spectacular. In most of these movies the actors are all the same - some great moments.
We met at starbucks, not the same starbucks, I was at one Starbucks and she was across the street at a differerent Starbucks. From Best in Show.
My best training day for the past year was the first time I ran at night when it was snowing. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. It was like being the only person in the world and running on a cloud simultaneously. Awesome.
I used to have a power rack in the garage. One night I lifted with the garage door up and it was snowing like mad. There I am lifting in 10-degree weather wearing 3 sweatshirts, 2 sweatpants, work boots, a sticking cap, and leather work gloves … lifting weights in a snowstorm, with Megadeath blasting. Great training night.
Something about dark, snow, and isolated that seems very, very, peaceful.