I was watching an old classic movie last night " Caddy Shack" and it came to the part of the Reverend who is out shooting the round of his life in hurricane down pour and he has a chance to break the club record and on the last hole he misses the putt that would have given him the course record and then he screams to the heavens "Rate Farts"! And then he is struck by lightning. Later on in the movie it shows him in the club house at the bar and he is totally drunk and disillusioned and Ted Knight comes up to him and says "Good grief man pull yourself together your a man of God" and then he turns to Ted Knight or judge schmells and says; "There is no God"! Now I got a real good chuckle out of that because that's how I feel in regards to my running. Now don't get me wrong I know there is a God, but that whole scene just struck me so funny and kind of put things into perspective for the big picture... It seems like I have been struggling with injuries for the last year and I have been playing the pity party for most of it, and it seems like the injuries that I have had are the ones that really don't let you do anything. I mean my groin is so sore that the elliptical even hurts to do, about the only thing that seems to help is walking so I have been doing a lot of that!
Well enough of that, I just wanted to share my laugh with you... | 