This is for you. A little dialogue for a Monday morning:
Rocky: I can’t do it.
Rocky: I can’t beat him.
Rocky: Yeah, I been out there walkin’ around, thinkin’. I mean, who am I kiddin’? I ain’t even in the guy’s league.
Adrian: What are we gonna do?
Rocky: I don’t know.
Adrian: You worked so hard.
Rocky: Yeah, that don’t matter. ‘Cause I was nobody before.
Adrian: Don’t say that.
Rocky: Ah come on, Adrian, it’s true. I was nobody. But that don’t matter either, you know? ‘Cause I was thinkin’, it really don’t matter if I lose this fight. It really don’t matter if this guy opens my head, either. ‘Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody’s ever gone the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I’m still standin’, I’m gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren’t just another bum from the neighborhood.
Do you recognize it from the movie Rocky? The triple-Oscar-winning 1976 classic underdog story of a regular guy (a boxer) who rises to the challenge of fighting the fight of his life.
Tomorrow’s blog returns to Philadelphia, the setting of this movie. Only the story doesn’t take place in a boxing ring but on the streets of the Philadelphia Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon. Here’s a bit of description from the blog:
He is slick with sweat from his hair to the glistening shoelaces of his running shoes.. Scanning him, up and down, his shorts and singlet stick to his lean body like a second skin. But it's his eyes that I return to, searching for hints of hidden thoughts. That’s when my son said it.
Did he “go the distance”? I’ll let you know tomorrow…
Meanwhile Juan and I hit the highway this weekend. We made a 4-hour trip to a farm outside Creighton, Missouri, to visit the Norris family (our daughter’s boyfriend’s parents). Imagine wildly-battled fishing (OK, I caught a perch, but he was feisty! So I rewarded him by throwing him back.) Gorging ourselves on sloooow-cooked barbeque ribs and freshly -baked, flaky bread. Epic marathon matches of slick pool and then ping-pong pummeling out in the “man cave” barn.
It was a battle but I went the distance.
I know you will this week too!