By: Beckett

Friday, November 5, 2010

Sunday Bloody Sunday: BOOM!

"The marathon is a charismatic event. It has everything. It has drama. It has competition. It has camaraderie. It has heroism. Every jogger can't dream of being an Olympic champion, but he can dream of finishing a marathon."

-Fred Lebow, New York City Marathon co-founder

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Queens is the middle finger. If you catch my drift.

I'm wearing a blanket. Cause I'm cold. And wet. Biked to 37th Street this morning and then all the way down to Tribeca. It was raining more than it has ever done before in the history of the world, and consequently I got wetter than any man has ever been before in the history of time.

It was great having a shower at the office and then having to put on your soaked clothes directly after, in case anyone wonders.

Hence the blanket, that is.

Damien says it again

Best comment:

I've never heard three fuck you's in a row all said so differently, but Damien Rice has proven other wise. He's such an emotional singer! That first fuck you holds all his frustration. His second one carries all his exhaustion and that last fuck you means he's careless, and he's finally done with it.

"
What I want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree

What I want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless...

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out,
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out

What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers reinvent and believe
And this leans on me
Like a rootless...

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it,
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me , hate me,
Then hate me so good that you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around

And fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out,
Hell when you're around...(Repeat 4x)

Let me out, let me out, let me out...

It's hell when you're around
"

Where to nap

I actually laughed out loud on this puppy.

Draper says what?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Awesome initiative from Thompson and Nick

"This time-lapse montage will blow your mind"

Timelapse Montage from Mike Flores on Vimeo.

What? Were you trying to use your brain for something right this moment? Please stop that. Stop your multitasking, your conference calling, and your SMS messaging for 2 minutes and 24 seconds, just long enough to enjoy this fantastic time-lapse montage from Mike Flores. It’s worth it.

From here.

This is already one of the most classic football performances over two matches

Next year someone should go to Maicon's halloween party dressed as Gareth Bale

There's only one controller to play Tron on

Ok, a few. Get yours here. Available in December.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Pretty ballsy epic stuff

So Sunday bloody fucking Sunday the 7th

It’s creeping up on me. It really is happening on Sunday. 42.2 bloody hellish kilometers without resting. I’ve mentally won it for a long time now, but I understand that’s different from doing it for real. In real life, as we like to say.

Trouble started two weeks ago when Samantha asked me how many miles I was up to each day. How many miles?!? Use the metrics system if you want to make yourself understandable, woman.

Sam’ told me her brother was doing about 15-20 miles a day at about a month before the race.

I run like 30-40 comfy minutes a day. And after some research (thank you WolframAlpha) I learned it’s approx 4-6 miles depending on pace and mood.

But regardless of metrics system or not I understand 4 miles is not 20 miles.

Getting those miles in your legs (at once) is apparently crucial before the race.

Did my 72^nd Street and back a few weeks ago, but even that is only 15 miles or so. And I did it once. Today an hour, but this is also when you need to slow down and start resting up. So all of my training has been:

a) too little

b) not enough

c) pointless

d) all of the above

We’re still optimistic and are still aiming for the top spot though. Just a little hesitant how to pull it off.

On another annoying note I haven’t decided what to wear yet. A tiny but vital point in the preparations. It’s going to be cold as hell (it was summer last week and was now freezing cold today). Should I wear tee or long sleeve? Shorts or long legged tights?

Don’t even get me started on the shoes. I still hear the only review I’ve read about them in my head. Echoing. Everyday.

“You wouldn’t run a marathon in these but they’re pretty much perfect for everything else.”