run fatboy run
The JH family, or at least those old enough to appreciate such things, all trooped out to our local multiplex last night to view this particular piece of cinematic culture:
It’s not so bad, as movies go.
Basic plot: our hero leaves gorgeous pregnant wife at the alter and, surprisingly, no-one’s pleased. Some years later, in a futile attempt to win back her respect, he enters a marathon, having never run before. Amusing jokes ensue about running shorts, chafing, KY jelly on the nipples etc.
It was directed by David Schwimmer, who I believe was Ross from Friends in a former life. Thankfully, “Ross” managed to keep his face out of the movie.
I grumbled a bit, as expected, at the factual errors in the film. The most glaring was the way the marathon organisers kept the course open for 14 hours or so. That’s not going to happen in a major city….
Running
12km this morning, in bright crisp cool sunshine. It was a lovely morning and a good time was had by all. Well, by me. I’m not sure what A/M thought of it.
Heckling
I’ve noticed a rise in the JH heckling rate in the past week. P’raps it’s the new shorts, I don’t know. I was favoured with that wonderful old witticism “Run Forrest Run!” shouted from the back seat of a car in Kilsyth (I believe that’s the natural habitat of the runner heckler). This morning a man in his 60s on a racing bike shouted at me as I lumbered up the William Barack bridge “buy a bike!”.
Buy a bike???? Why??? I have a bike. I’d just rather run. I don’t understand his point. Oh well.
maybe he was trying to say, but succinctly, that cycling is a more efficient means of transporting oneself. i like the social nature of heckling, except in the instances of the trite ’show us your t*ts’ type of heckle. re: the run, it’s never enjoyable as such, but i liked that my personal trainer (!) made me jog like a horse over the bridge - all uppy kneed and kicky shins forwardy. that was a new one.
jh heckling- is that a sport is it- i like the sound of that one..i might give it a go myself…..
I got heckled in Qld, mostly unintelligible variations of Wooooooooo, they really need to work on their originality up there.
Good read! Thank you!
Kilsyth was my childhood hangout. I probably know most of the hecklers as nobody seems to have left the neighbourhood (including my parents!!)
That explains a lot.