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Adelaide Marathon Campaign - Week 7 of 16
I am not a fan of biorhythms, but I will concede that sometimes certain things unknown come together and spawn pivotal moments in time which can seem absurd, profound or perhaps just plain weird ... and sometimes combinations of all three. Even more bizarre, when you do get a seemingly endless stream of profundity, the occurences of said profundity seem to have nothing in common other than their simultaneous appearance in time. Other times they have common elements but absolutely no apparent reason for cropping up in your life just there and then.
A rough example: my discovery of the secret to making the world's best ever spinach and feta pizza coincided to the minute (well, +/- 5 minutes, shall we say) with discovering why our esteemed guru El Gordo never eats seafood. The common element here being the avoidance of seafood - I eat seafood everyday (but not other forms of meat) but set out this evening in particular to make a totally vegetarian gourmet pizza par excellance; in fact the world's best ever vegetarian pizza, a noble task in which I completely succeeded. I can safely say that now of course because the evidence is now safely eaten and therefore can't be disproven ... and anyway, blow me down if in doing an RC forum search on "Kathmandu" whilst eating said pizza par excellence I didn't stumble upon the reason for EG's abstinence from fruits de mer... an example of synchronicity which at times like this seem to happen on a regular basis throughout the day/days.
I mention this because I seem to be going through such a phase right now, and that was the only example with which you might tentatively relate, as very few of the others seem to have anything to do with running.
[digress] I feel a little guilty with that claim of "world's best" vegie pizza. I should clarify that the wine with which it was consumed probably had a fair bit to do with the claim. Suffice to say that I would highly recommend consuming a spinach/feta pizza with classy, herbaceous cool-climate cabernet sauvignon. This will magnificently amplify the claims to greatness of the pizza. [/digress]
The only thing that annoys me about the above claim is that the tv (an object of derision I try to avoid, by and large) is currently telling me the best method of cooking chicken livers with bacon. I have moral and medical reasons for avoiding chicken livers (and dare I say it, even bacon*), and so this grates somewhat. Even more grating - this is more a digression than the other signposted digression above. And now I feel I am getting completely off track.
In fact, this is so off-track now that I am going to complete this some other time. Maybe tomorrow.
See below for further moral dilemmas re pigs and chickens, or tune in again next week for more exciting MLCM adventures.
But do find yourself a nice cool-climate cabernet sometime, won't you?
MLC Man.
*As much as I have enjoyed bacon in the past, I have never fully enjoyed eating pig because when I was a child, I went to a school beside which was the spur line to the local abbatoir. Each morning we would see a train roll past with live cargo on its way to slaughter. The sheep and cows that the train hauled seemed completely oblivious to their fate. The pigs however, apparently understood where they were going and were obviously panic-stricken. I might agree with the cynic who says that pigs were just sacred of train travel, except that some of my school mates later went on to work in the aforementioned abbatoir and told horror stories about the pigs, who really did seem to know what was happening to them. Suffice to say, I feel a lot better now for not eating the poor animals. After all, there's always Guinness.
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Adelaide Marathon Campaign - Week 7 of 16
