Why one should never request help from Spartans

It's forecasted to be in the 90's today, a good day to get the run in early.  That was about the only thing that made me want to roll out early enough to hit the road before work.  As always, the silly question occurred to me during minute #1, "Why am I doing this?"  Only the young and foolish do crazy things like this.


This point is brought home to me by a couple of young athletes who live in the neighborhood.  I'm old enough to remember things like Neil Armstrong landing on the moon, and Jim Ryan running the mile in under 4 minutes.  The fleet profile of the FTD man flying through air has been embedded in my mind as the ideal running form since I was a child.  These couple of college kids rather resemble the FTD man, which should serve as an inspiration, except they tend to not only run up behind me, but pass me leaving not much but dust in their wake.  I remember when these kids were tiny wisps, now full grown, and very fast.  My daughter and I have dubbed them Apollo and Pheidippides, after the Greek sun god, and the Athenian hero who ran 175 miles in 2 days to request Spartan help against the Persians, whereupon he collapsed and died.

Pheidippides

There are a couple of lessons here. 
#1 *Never* run 175 miles in two days.
#2 As a true blue wolverine, *never* request help from a Spartan.


On that note, I take rest até amanhã...


7/5/11 - 1.9 miles | 22 mins | 5.1 mph | 215 kcal