Moments in humility

The other day, while running back down the hill from the Vice-President's rez on Connecticut Ave, we were passed (and he really blew by us) by a guy with one leg.  It was sproing! sproing! sproing! and he was past us.  We were already feeling bad because Mrs. UF had an easy 300 yard lead on us, and she didn't even look like she was trying.  The one-legged man didn't look like he was working especially hard either.  It really caused us to develop an instant prejudice against one-legged runners.  "Hop along, kangaroo leg!" we shouted at his rapidly disappearing form, when a woman who must have been in her late sixties passed us too.  And she didn't look like a lifelong marathoner, she looked like Bella Abzug.  It's almost enough to  make us believe all those fake warning labels on the sides of cigarette packs.   Except that none of them warn you that you'll potentially be passed by one-legged guys and geriatrics while jogging.  Put that on the side of a cigarette pack, and we might take  heed. 

Comments

[Jan Martin Löhndorf]

On the other hand, Adolf Hitler was a non-smoker and got his butt kicked by that cigar guy Churchill. so fucking what.
Oi, Mike! Glad to have you back!

[gillian]

I had to look Bella Abzug up. She looks familiar. And you're right. Cancer warnings are far less intimidating than warnings that you might be humiliated by one-legged runners and old ladies.

[Jan Martin Löhndorf]

I like the name "Abzug". It's a german word meaning "trigger". Pronounced "uptzook", with the "oo" sounding like in "cool". "Uptzook" looks even better.

[Jeffers]

"Uptzook" sounds like a Parliment Funkadelic song.

Does too.

[UF MIKE]

Good to be back. Bella was wearing her trademark hat, by the way. And flying. Flying!

[Martijn]

I'm sure you'd outrun me.