Training for the Chicago Marathon kicks off next week, for those folks following Hal Higdon's 18-week program. I've been going to Lake Zurich and running with the Alpine Runners--in my opinion the best running club around. Yesterday was my longest run yet this year, 8 miles, and it felt good. Hopefully the body holds up over the next few months.
The last few days have been a blur of yard work, grilling and movie rentals. We managed to watch:
The Departed (What's the deal with this movie? It's like Scorcese suddenly realized he had 10 minutes left and needed to wrap things up in a hurry: there's a series of killings and a typical poignant Hollywood police funeral, and more killings. The end.
16 Blocks (Bruce Willis was good as the alcoholic detective trying to do the right thing, and Mos Def was brilliant as the talkative jailbird witness)
Jet Li's Fearless
Turistas (forget waking up in a tub full of ice with your kidney missing--head for sunny Brazil and lose ALL your organs!)
Night at the Museum (a pleasant little family film. Entertaining mostly, and only a little cloying. It's fun to watch Mickey Rooney as a hateful old security guard.)
Smokin' Aces (Ah, Hollywood...will you never tire of trying to replicate the successes of Quentin Tarantino and the bizarre caper films of Guy Ritchie? The highlight of the movie, for me, was the antics of a trio known as the Tremor Brothers. Then I realized that they reminded me of methed-up versions of the trappers from Cannibal The Musical.)
While scanning the news this morning I found this item from Canada: another freak on a bicycle, only this time he's grabbing ass instead of asking to be kicked in the nuts. Is it possible the Ontario Nut Buster worked out whatever self-esteem issues he had and then frantically pedalled east to start grabbing ass? I need answers.