Another coincidence! A few years after I started a practice in rural Hawaii on the Big Island, I read about the Honolulu marathon that was schedule nine months away. I decided to train for it. When I let people know about it, a few said, "If you can do it, anyone can do it". This was a little discouraging but, sure enough, a few people started to train with me. I started out at the quarter mile track behind the school and I couldn't even jog one lap. I kept at it and ran the marathon, and a couple of others as well, and some ten mile runs at the Kilauea Volcano. To this day, I have no idea about what prompted me to decide to run a marathon. For me, running twenty miles was OK but the last six miles was always a misery. I remember the crowd cheering us along near the end, telling us that we looked good, while I was thinking, "Those sadistic bastards! I don't look good, I look and feel like a corpse!"
He must have felt urgently terrible being betrayed by his own colon, which did not care he was an eminent gastroenterologist. And the Squat! And his fellow squat members looking at each other and signaling how the members of rest of the Squat Team were doing! Reading about “ gotta go” malady, I could not stop laughing. With short but effective sentences, Ed made his points. So self- effacingly!
Laugh out loud funny!!! Loved it. I print these out for my dad. He loves reading them but is a bit resistant to new technology. I'm still working on him though. Trying to keep him young. He's 91
While greatly sympathetic to your mid-run quandary (I had the same thing happen to me while climbing Mount Washington, in full view of those driving up), this was funny. A truly good read. Thanks for sharing.
Nope, but when we moved to New Hampshire in 1991, my brother and I trained to bike from Manville to Montreal to recreate what our father did many years before. We did the 380 mile trip in four days. To this day, when I see a bicycle seat, my rear end goes into a spasm!
Good thing you had the Kleenex handy! On your next run, imagine that a ceiling is one inch above your head; try not to hit it. Also, incorporating eccentric leg exercises into your strength-training routine—simply slow the “down” portion of exercises like squats or lunges—may help you to naturally minimize bounce.
Love your writing Ed!
Thank you, Scott. You are most kind.
Another coincidence! A few years after I started a practice in rural Hawaii on the Big Island, I read about the Honolulu marathon that was schedule nine months away. I decided to train for it. When I let people know about it, a few said, "If you can do it, anyone can do it". This was a little discouraging but, sure enough, a few people started to train with me. I started out at the quarter mile track behind the school and I couldn't even jog one lap. I kept at it and ran the marathon, and a couple of others as well, and some ten mile runs at the Kilauea Volcano. To this day, I have no idea about what prompted me to decide to run a marathon. For me, running twenty miles was OK but the last six miles was always a misery. I remember the crowd cheering us along near the end, telling us that we looked good, while I was thinking, "Those sadistic bastards! I don't look good, I look and feel like a corpse!"
This is right on, Charles. I know how you felt, and mine was only half. Did you continue to run?
Verissimo! Cacato
Hilarious piece by Ed Ianunuccilli!
He must have felt urgently terrible being betrayed by his own colon, which did not care he was an eminent gastroenterologist. And the Squat! And his fellow squat members looking at each other and signaling how the members of rest of the Squat Team were doing! Reading about “ gotta go” malady, I could not stop laughing. With short but effective sentences, Ed made his points. So self- effacingly!
Thanks, Sattar. It was unforgettable, and perhaps predictable for a gastro guy. HaHA
Laugh out loud funny!!! Loved it. I print these out for my dad. He loves reading them but is a bit resistant to new technology. I'm still working on him though. Trying to keep him young. He's 91
Bless him. I see the Fenway pix, and I'd say he looks pretty good.
Quite an experience for me. Tell him the old Italian proverb, "Chi va piano, va lontano in buon sano."
Pleased to give you a chuckle. We need lots of them these days.
Ed,
While greatly sympathetic to your mid-run quandary (I had the same thing happen to me while climbing Mount Washington, in full view of those driving up), this was funny. A truly good read. Thanks for sharing.
Ned O’Donnell
Yes, an experience, an uncontrollable one.
Almeno hai potuto fare una bella cacciata!!! Gli Italiani, invece alla mattina, si divertano con un buon caffè e bella chiaccherata.
Con una bella cacciata e una bella chiaccherata, si fa lontano in buon sano, eh?
Nope, but when we moved to New Hampshire in 1991, my brother and I trained to bike from Manville to Montreal to recreate what our father did many years before. We did the 380 mile trip in four days. To this day, when I see a bicycle seat, my rear end goes into a spasm!
Ah, I had a soft cover for my seat. Bought it at Benny's
Good thing you had the Kleenex handy! On your next run, imagine that a ceiling is one inch above your head; try not to hit it. Also, incorporating eccentric leg exercises into your strength-training routine—simply slow the “down” portion of exercises like squats or lunges—may help you to naturally minimize bounce.
Great advice, but my running days are over, Jim. However, my exercise days are not. Thanks.
Great story, great writing, and great humor in this one Ed. Had me laughing out loud!
Thanks, Gus. You made my day. I should have been a cardiologist.
I'm still laughing...thanks for sharing.
LK
Thanks, Lora. We all need to laugh these days. Pleased that I helped.
A seriously funny story! Of all your great stories, Ed, this is the one we'll all remember!!
HaHa. Better than meatballs?
Well done, Ed. Just be glad you
aren't a gynecologist! Don
HaHa. Agree
Ed........good thing it was only a half marathon!!!
Right, but if it were a full, I would have been lighter and my splits would have been faster. Or maybe I have the wrong word. Did I mean 'splits'?
Ed....Good thing it was only a half marathon!!!
HaHa, right. Though I would have been considerably lighter and faster
You got me at " I ate pasta for a week". Now, THAT is my kind of prep work!
Yeh, but maybe that's what killed me??