Oh, How Desperately I Want To Love Eddie Murphy Again...

You Know That Scene...

From the second Lord Of The Rings where King Theodin is under siege from all those shit gurgling goblins and demons ready to break into Helms Deep and kill and eat and rape everything in sight? He says, "What can men do against such reckless hate?," brimming with despair and the anticipation of a grim, grim fate. That's what I thought of when I watched this video -- the moral laden Chinese as the rape and slaughter hungry goblins. This is not a Westerner throwing stones either. It's not that. Nor is it the equivalent of someone from Hong Kong or Guangzou watching selective feeds of Swamp People and Jersey Shore from America and seeing us fucked. Clearly, of course. I know I've seen videos like this before, but this one feels different, haltingly different. Something about the day and age.

I don't know if I've ever put a disclaimer on this blog before, but the following is absolutely awful, and necessary.

Many Days Until February...

Click the Ironman WC Link, Scroll to 11:29...

And My Head Just Exploded...

Kona Energy Lab...

I’ve been going through the last beats of work before taking Thursday off before a little bit of everything on Friday before Big Day Saturday. Today, I took a drive to the famed Energy Lab. Supposed to be hot, supposed to take toughness from the world’s toughest. Today, I ran about 4 miles, just to put the familiarity in my body before it soon tries to pull me apart. Sure, it’s hot, and coming back away from the ocean there’s both a steady climb to the Queen K and what felt like a 10-15 degree bump in heat before you realize you’ve earned the right to run perhaps the most magical last 5 miles of any race, anywhere. They’ll either feel like the longest or shortest 5 miles of my life. Either way, it’s gonna be magic. Everything is magic, and growing.

Ironman Kona 2011 - Tuesday...

It's impossible to not feel this place. It's electric and moving. Every hour, more and more people show up, more and more people stretching across these hallowed roads. I need to sleep. Woke up this morning to swim about 1.5 off the pier, biked about 30 on the gusty Queen K and ran a hard 4 on Ali'i. I learned that my fear of gusts against 1080/808's is quite appropriate, but also something I need to get over right now. I can never stop drinking on this course. Not ever on the run.

Off to get 10 hours, then more of the same. Kid in Candyland.