30 Rock vs The Office

Though I still love The Office, somewhere between "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah" and the Lifetime movie: "A Dog Took My Face, and Gave Me A Better Face To Change The World: The Celeste Cunningham Story" 30 Rock became the funniest show on TV.

Marathon?

So, it is a little over six months until the Country Music Marathon, and I haven't yet talked myself out of participating. The last couple of years I've done the half, and the course for the full and the half marathon is the same up to about mile 11 or so. At that point the half turns right onto Jefferson while the full keeps going on up 8th. Both times at that split my one thought has been Thank you Lord that I'm not doing the full marathon, and it has been that memory that has dissuaded me from attempting the full.
However, recently I've been on an exercise kick, and have gotten into pretty good shape. My current regiment is doing some sort of circuit training mess four or five days a week and then a long run on Sunday afternoon. My first long run was 5.5 miles, the next Sunday 7.5, the next 11, and yesterday was over 12.5 miles in under two hours. The good news is that the mileage and the pace keep improving, and the bonus news is that I've actually lost some weight, which is quite miraculous considering I could live on a diet of fried cheese and pasta if I could. The not so good news is that 12.5 miles is still only halfway there, and though I made it to Life Group and dinner what I really wanted to do last night was to go home and die.
Oh well, it is still six months away, so lots of time to decide. I currently have two goals. One is to complete the marathon while there are still officials present at the finish line to mark time. The second is to still be alive later in the day. If I can keep up the exercise through the cold months I'll definitely try. Maybe.

A Disco Demolition

The other day I was running on a treadmill. When I'm running on a treadmill, in an effort to combat the boredom, my mind wanders in an effort to distract and to waste time. Usually it plays a song. This time, however, it went way back in the vault and played the following chorus, over and over:

So watch out! Watch out for Goofy!
Watch out for Goofy
He's a disco demolition.
Watch out! Watch out for Goofy!
Watch out for Goofy
We love him but he just can't dance!

Yes, it is that immortal disco classic, "Watch Out For Goofy", from the timeless album Disco Mickey Mouse (I included the exclamation points because the singer was very adamant about the threat of a dancing Goofy). Unfortunately, since the rhythm of the song matched the pace of the treadmill, the chorus was repeated over and over, until even days later I find myself singing it under my breath. This album (for back then, it was an album) came out in 1979, and, as far as I can tell, is out of print and unavailable online. Which is sad because I actually thought about downloading it (this, in turn, is also sad). I also couldn't find any lyrics anywhere, and since I can only remember that stupid chorus, that is what I'm stuck with. Even now as I'm typing, I'm tempted to sing it to myself. It is just that catchy.