On Target

So far, I'm on target this week. 5 miles on Monday, 8 yesterday and 5 more today. Yesterday's run was rather fast (criminally reckless drivers infuriated me to such an extent that I forgot I was running while fantasizing about turning over their cars - apparently the adrenaline kicked in and my legs kept moving. quickly). 8 miles in 58 minutes. I need to find a way to harvest that anger, perhaps refine it into some sort of gummy, fruit flavored block. Runners would buy it. I've seen far stupider, more gimmicky products successfully marketed.

Update: I just took calls from Jason Giambi and Roger Clemens. They inform me that a similar product already exists. But, they'd definitely be interested in a tasty, gummy delivery mechanism.

25 miles to go this week. 5 for Saturday, 20 for Sunday. However, since there's a trip to Chicago scheduled, I may have move the 5 to Friday and the 20 to Saturday morning.

Oh, I feel compelled to mention that Brad Pitt is a poor actor. Always has been. He has never been remotely good. It was funny, in Burn After Reading, when Malkovich punched him squarely in the nose, but, otherwise, he added nothing to the movie. The man lacks any palpable energy or charisma. I think there's a good chance Pitt will go down as his generation's Bogart: revered and loved in his time, but unfathomably dull to later generations. I know it's anathema to question the awesomeness of Casablanca, but accepting the idea that Ingrid Bergman's character could have fallen for the rigid, boring Rick is ridiculous. At least Laszlow is daring, exciting and handsome. Perhaps she was humoring him by pausing before boarding the plane. Or, more likely, she was posturing for us, the audience. Nevertheless, under no circumstances does Ingrid Bergman go for Bogart. It makes no sense. He was preternaturally elderly-acting. Even more absurd is the so-called chemistry between Bogart and Bacall in The Big Sleep. Interesting movie, but Bogart as Philip Marlowe doesn't work. Elliot Gould was a yillion times better. Apparently, Clive Owen will play Marlowe next. Could be good, but he's kind of blank too.