Monday, November 03, 2008

Horns of a Dilemma

Since we once finished a marathon (verb choice here is intentional, as "ran" would somewhat overstate the case), we're going to take this with a rather large grain of salt.

David Fandila took the final step of his first 26.2-mile journey on Sunday and staggered across the finish line of the New York City Marathon.

Never before had his body felt so abused, so achy. Considering his profession, that is remarkable.

Back home in Granada, Spain, Fandila is the star matador called simply El Fandi, top-ranked in the world. He is known for his courage and flamboyance inside the ring, sometimes even dropping to his knees as he waves his cape to goad the bull.

But painwise and fearwise, Fandila said, running the marathon was much worse even than facing an angry, snorting 1,000-pound bull out to skewer him.

Standing hunched over outside the Prudential Center in the waning days of the Cold War, we vowed we'd never do something quite that stupid ever again. But if the alternative was to get gored by a bull, we'd have run back to Hopkinton and started over.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Who's we? You and the frog in your pocket?

Burro Hall said...

Yes. Would you like to kiss him?

Anonymous said...

That's right, Frank. You always have to go there. Sometimes it's like I don't even know you, man.

Burro Hall said...

Sure you do. Happy birthday, by the way.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for barely remembering, by the way.

Burro Hall said...

You're confusing remembering with caring. I definitely remembered.

Anonymous said...

I remembered when you cared.