While running on Sunday morning, I was thinking (and I don’t know why) about making fun of “Eat, Pray, Love.” Maybe it was the incessant blathering on Good Morning America, which has reduced once-decent TV journalists into shameless promoters of fluff.
So with that in mind, I was thinking about “Eat, Sleep, Run.” Since I lack a video camera or the desire and skill to make a movie, I figured text would be easier (not to mention, faster to produce). This is mercifully short on purpose. Besides, there’s probably not much else to the book or movie other than extended scenes of the same, with flowery prose and “feelings.” Sorry to the men: I don’t blow anything up here. Would have made for one helluva run though…
Eat
Karen and I shared a wonderful steak dinner (complete with potato and vegetable!) with Caroline on Saturday night. Victoria was with her father, and missed a great meal.
After putting Caroline to bed and taking Daisy for her evening constitutional, we sat down to a bad Vin Diesel movie (is there any other kind?), Fast and Furious. Apparently, the people working on titling films at Universal were either really struggling or afraid that they’d confuse their target audience. (The Fast and the Furious 4: Electric Car probably wouldn’t sell many tickets.)
Sleep
We started the movie late and it didn’t end until 11:20. Too late for anything else, and we were both very tired. So we went to sleep. It was a good sleep, only occasionally punctuated with waking.
Run
The alarm went off at 6:45am on Sunday, since I wanted time to walk Daisy before running. Hit the snooze bar a few times, and finally got up around 7:10. Walked Daisy, dressed for running, and finally left around 7:45.
It was an OK run – about 6 miles to the stadium complex in a rectangular route. Nothing fancy or too hard; wasn’t really up for much hard running, after the steak dinner.
(And yes, I was feeling very link-happy while writing this.)