Regardless of your preferences in Robin Hood movies (personally I liked Errol), it remains the case that Maid Marion consistently chooses to live in a forest in Middle-England with an unemployed, unwashed, ethically-dodgy, hermit, rather than a full-on Prince with a Palace and (presumably) a running water dunny. I think she’s an idiot, and the appearance of Cate Blanchett going lip to lip with Russell Crowe does nothing to ease that general sense of discord. Maybe the legend has just gotten way too long, and if you really traced it back to the source you’d find that Marion and Robin have been outrageously glorified with time, and that really they were nothing more than a pair of fringe dwelling bogans from the burbs.
And so it is with my running. I just keep wanting to get back to running, but it ain’t going to happen, not consistently anyway. I see Old Keith occasionally shuffling around the River. He looks terrible, and there isn’t even the faintest trace of his past. Even in his age group he gets rolled these days by blokes in Dunlop Volleys and walk-shorts who wouldn’t have finished on the same lap as him 10 years ago. But I suspect he is too bound to the one source of release - running. Injuries have rumbled him and taken the bounce out of his stride, but he keeps coming back to it – like Marion – he keeps hangin with grubby dude in the forest. At some point I have to learn that lesson, and avoid becoming Marion. Time to get this IM thing nailed and move on.
The Koppenburg awaits.
W
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