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There’s no I in win

Narrator: And now the story of a wealthy family who lost everything and the one son who had no choice but to keep them all together.

I have this bad habit of falling for brilliant shows under-appreciated by the TV viewing public.  Sadly, these shows are usually cancelled before their junior year.  Arrested Development is one of those shows.   My heart always skips a beat when a favourite show and a favourite hobby collide, as it did in when Michael Bluth and his nephew Steve Holt! competed in the Church And State Fair’s annual father-son triathlon.  Michael’s actual son, George Micheal, wanted to enter the triathlon with his dad, but papa thought his odds were better with the “older, and … more manly” Steve Holt!.  A cruel move explained when the narrator provides some historical context:  Michael and his son had never made a good athletic team.  The only thing that George Michael was good at was hanging motion-less from the monkey bars, which the President’s Council On Fitness ranks as “slightly easier than the slide”.   Michael’s sole motivation for entering the triathlon was to prove his manhood to his girlfriend, believing she thought him a “pussy” (she did, but in the endearing British sense of the word, not the cowardly American sense of the word).  

Unlike some TV athletes (Barney Stintson, I’m looking at you), Bluth trains, albeit following the always successful excessive last minute program.  His athletic nephew Steve Holt! takes him through his paces and feeds him motivational pearls of wisdom such as “don’t ask can I?, ask I can!” and ”you can control your bladder when you’re dead” and ”no blood, no oil!” and the classic  ”there’s no I in win”.   This ramped up training was, in part, prompted by his own father’s lack of confidence in his ability to complete the gruelling event.  Using his newly discovered Scared Straight scare tactics, George Bluth Senior questions Michael’s decision to compete: “Triathlon?  Do you know how hard a triathlon is?  People lose control of every bodily function.  Didn’t you ever see that video [Note: I've helpfully inserted a less exciting clip hidden in a Gatorade commercial with a few of the finish line crash scenes contained in "that video"]?  You’re not even in shape!  You’re gonna fall apart in front of everybody.”  Thanks dad.

Narrator: Chris Legh’s 1997 Ironman Breakdown

Finally race day arrives, but his workout binge has left Michael non-functional from pain.  To ensure a win he bag checks his ethics and accepts a little illegal boost from Steve Holt! who ”got them from Coach; they’re filled with oxygen and it makes you incontinent.  It’s called Oxy Incontin.”  Narrator:  Steve didn’t have that quite right.   As they crossed the finish line Michael echos what so many before him have felt, “Believe it or not, that took about everything I’ve got.  I don’t know what was in that pill, but I do not feel great.”  Worth it?  I think so.

Narrator: Michael and Steve Holt finished their triathlon in first place.  Of course, they were way older.   The water portion of the race took place in a kiddie pool.  It’s Arrested Development.
 

Show Reference:  Arrested Development, Season 3, Episode 4 “Notapusy”.  Original airdate November 2005.

ha ha ha ha ha wipe out

I’m not one for watching sports on TV, but I’m a sucker for appalling summer shows and Wipeout is the best of the worst.  Although not a traditional “sport” (but with an endless parade of instant replays it counts Husband), this show features average Joes and Janes (okay, often less than average) attempting to race through a grueling obstacle course as quickly as possible.  It’s the foot race part of the show that may appeal to running readers, although more than a run Wipeout is an outrageous steeplechase (which is by far the best T&F event). 
 
The show, billed as “the world’s largest extreme obstacle course”, challenges contestants to survive a series of four roadblock-filled races.  The three preliminary heats reduce the starting field of twenty-four to four finalists vying for a $50,000 cash prize.  Fastest time in the last trial, the ominous (I know it’s ominous because of the dangerous sounding musical score) Wipeout Zone, wins all.  Successful completion of each round necessitates luck, speed, agility, strength, and the ability to withstand a sucker punch.  The term ‘obstacle course’ might bring to mind an army-style high fence to climb and netting to run under, but that image is very wrong.  The numerous hurdles, designed by a madman, appeal to high-brow summer reality TV viewers like me.  To wit, contestants take on comical stunts like the trademark Big Balls, Banana Hammocks, Fender Benders, and Dreadmill, while the commentators document the contestant’s progress with a series of bad puns and a hefty dose of mockery. 
 
As anticipated, failure to overcome any obstacle results in a spectacular wipeout.  Appealing to short attention spans, most challenges are all but impossible to complete and a wipeout is always imminent.   Truly, spectacular isn’t an emphatic enough word to describe the wipeouts.  Cringe-worthy.  Horrifying.  Sickening.  Potentially fatal.  You may find yourself gasping out loud, such is the shock of the “crashes, smashes, and mud splashes”.  I suspect the stack of legal documents would-be contenders must sign before participating is NBA player high.  This show has lawsuit written all over it.  I’m convinced I’ve witnessed a dozen traumatic brain injuries and near paralysises.  Such is the thrill of watching.  You don’t want to stare, but you can’t look away.

Wednesdays at 8 pm on ABC.  
 
Title Reference:  The Surfaris – Wipe Out.  Single released 1962.

The Wild Chase. Meep beep.

It’s a Warner Bros. Showdown as Road Runner and Speedy Gonzales vie for the title Fastest Cartoon Character.  The tough route, set in the American desert, seems to favour the bird with a home-course advantage.  Still, one should not underestimate the fastest mouse in all of Mexico.  Looney Tunes was never known for subtlety, as we see fans in cowboy hats lined up behind the $2 window placing the bets on Road Runner contrasted with men in sombreros at the 2 peso window placing their bets on Speedy.  The race marshal aims his gun at the audience (duck!) and they are off, in all their Technicolor glory.  If these two live up to their billing as the swiftest creatures in the cartoon world we are in for a nail-biting competition.

As Road Runner and Speedy chase the win, Sylvester and Wile E. Coyote join forces to chase dinner.  Ever the optimists, the inept scoundrels have their knives and forks are at the ready.  Although the race distance is not disclosed, it must be a rather long course given the number of evil plans and traps Syl and Wile have time to set.  As they are apt to in a Warner Bros cartoon, hijinks ensue and the hapless predators predictably (spoiler alert!) fail to nab their prey.  The animated short, however, does not fail to recycle the pranks and pratfalls of episodes past.  Like the toon world’s law of physics dictating no falling until you realize there is no longer land beneath your paws and the ever-popular careening over a cliff, surviving the fall only to have a chunk of the aforementioned rock face fall upon you.  Fortunately puddy tats always land on their feet.  I’m not so sure about hard luck coyotes.

Villainous plot twists do nothing to slow the blistering pace set by the breakneck duo.  I love that the racers come to a simultaneous dead stop midrace to enjoy a snack of birdseed and cheese (my kind of sprinters), unknowing that the bad guys planted -and of course sabotaged- the treats.  I’m still not sure if it’s brains or dumb-luck, but the bird and mouse once again get away unscathed, freshly fueled by the energy boost.  Speedy is especially fortunate; cheese would send me straight to the pot-a-loo, race over.

It occurs to me that Syl and Wile must be rather fast themselves, frequently surging ahead to then wait for the chance to ambush their nemesises.  It’s most impressive when one considers all the energy they waste on their evil plotting, boulder moving, dynamite lighting, and the like.  That and the countless trips to ER must take some time.  If their enthusiasm for killing could be channeled into training this race would have two more contenders for the title Speediest Toon.  I think their running potential has gone unrecognized for far too long.

As we near the finish the announcer proclaims the race to be “neck in neck”, but it looked to me like there was a clear leader.  Maybe the announcer had a better angle (or a bet on the race, ha).  So who won?  I’m not about to spoil that one for you.  I will say that the finish photo features a rocket car, hee.

Enjoy:

Reference: Merrie Melodies, Season 1, “The Wild Chase”, original airdate 27 February 1965.

I demand a rerace. D’oh.

The Toronto Star recently published an article entitled “Any schmo can run a marathon”.  Coach potatoes of the world listen up, you are built to run!  I submit that if Homer Simpson can do it, you can too.  Homer, like many, was inspired by watching the TV special Great Moments in Olympic History.  One such moment, in 1984 when Portugal’s Carlos Lopez becomes the oldest Olympic marathon runner ever at age 38, struck a chord with Homer.  “38!? That’s roughly my age! Marge, after a lot of thought [very quick pause] I’ve decided to run the Springfield Marathon!”.   Marge uncharacteristically shows more mocking than support, retorting “oh, puh-lease, you get exhausted watching the Twilight Zone marathon”.  Little Lisa is the lone voice of encouragement, wisely observing that “running is good exercise, it adds years to your life”.  Homer to Lisa:  Stay out of this Lisa.  I would have pegged Homer more as a drunken bar bet marathoner than a roused by the Olympics runner.


97th Springfield Marathon
“Ruin your knees for charity”

The Springfield Marathon is a storied event.  It commemorates the time Jebediah Springfield (founder of Springfield) ran across six states to avoid his creditors.  Although a novice runner, lucky Homer has a coach with a checklist.  Lisa: You got all your equipment dad?  Homer: Let’s see. Sweatbands check, anti-chafing nipple tape check, check, and check.  No number 11 for Homer (or 111, in his unique case).  It’s not a thorough checklist, but it’s something.  At the start Homer takes his place right where he belongs, upfront with the elites.  Springfield boasts a surprising number of race entrants (based on visible bib numbers it seems over 600 marathoners participated in the 97th running), everyone from Dr. Hibbard, to Carl and Lenny, to Comic Book Guy dressed as The Flash.  “No one can outrun the Flash [falls into a manhole]! Curses! One of my super-foes has set a trap for me!”

The beauty of the marathon is that anything can happen.  Over 42.2K there will be highs and lows, and higher highs and lower lows.  It’s a comedy, drama, romance, and horror movie all rolled into 42.2 mini acts.  Homer experiences all this and more in the first act, erm, mile.  “I can’t believe it! I’m actually running a marathon”.  Cut to Homer clutching his chest.  “Argh, I hit the wall! This is so painful!”  Moments later the pain subsides.  “Hey, I got my second wind!”  Oh, no, he clutches his chest again. “Oww, another wall, I can’t …”.  Pain subsides.  “Woo hoo! Third wind!”.  Ever dedicated, his adoring fans (i.e. the other Simpsons) cheer him on.  Marge: Hey! Grampa’s running! Lisa:  That’s not Grampa, dad’s just dehydrated!  Homer needs a FuelBelt.

As in most marathons, the running mortals battle their own demons while up ahead the elites battle each other for a win.  The 97th Springfield Marathon race was a showdown between runners from Australia and Djibouti, the latter is comment worthy for his conspicuous lack of shoes.  Kent Brockman, race announcer, paints a telling portrait: Two weary warriors now burning with pain and exhaustion.  But only one will win the grand prize, a walking tour of Springfield.  Suddenly a third contender comes up from behind, “running on sheer pluck, moxy, and grit, all of which he’ll be tested for after the race”.  This Italian dark horse wins the prize, perhaps not surprising given that he is trained in the highly successful Rosie Ruiz Method.  Who is this mysterious winner and why are the townspeople calling for a rerace?  Watch (just the first 4 minutes) and see:
  

See Homer run the Springfield Marathon
Click pic to watch Homer run the Springfield Marathon

 

Reference:  The Simpsons, Season 12, Episode 14 “New Kids on the Blecch”, original airdate 25 February 2001.

Here’s how you run a marathon

How much do I love Neil Patrick Harris?  Answer: A lot.  Doogie Howser.  Barney Stinson.  Dr. Horrible.  I have a wee (huge) celebrity crush on him.  So when his alter-identity Barney decided to run the New York Marathon I was watching. 

According to Barney you don’t train for a marathon, you just run it.  Especially if you have a gambling problem and someone bets you $50 bucks that you can’t do it.  Side bar: it’s a comedy so we are suspending our disbelief, but technically Barney was able to run the NY marathon last minute – he decided the evening before – by running under a friend’s bib.  Said friend couldn’t run when a petroleum jelly on his nipples incident (this is a boy thing that I thankfully do not have to deal with) led to a broken toe.  The rest of us mere mortals have to buy a $15 lottery ticket in early March and hope for the best, knowing full well that international applicants have almost zero chance of getting in the NYC marathon unless they sell their home and buy their way in through an approved travel affiliate.

But back to the race.  Suspending disbelief a bit more, Barney easily runs and finishes the marathon in a decent time (time not specified, just that it was surprisingly good), even with an, ahem, pitstop along the way (if you know Barney you’ll know what is meant by “pitstop”).  After much gloating, medal showing off, and $50 collecting he decides to take advantage of a race perk – free subway (the method of transportation, not the place Jared eats to lose weight) for the day.  

And this is where the comedic magic begins.  Words can never convey the brilliance of this scene.  I won’t even try.  Okay, I’ll try.  This physical slapstick style comedy is rare today, but awesome when it works.  During his free ride his legs seize and he is unable to get up from his subway seat.  In his horrified words, “my legs don’t work”.  The attempts at standing are … wait for it … legend-ary (that’s a Barnyism for those who don’t watch HIMYM).  This scene, as he collapses to the subway floor, left me weak from laughter.  Naturally a pregnant women, wounded child, and old lady (who hilariously calls him a douche) all board the subway and he can’t get up to offer his seat to any of them.  Unable to move, he rides to the end of the subway line.  Apparently you never, ever want to see the end of the subway line.

The morning after my fist marathon I became trapped on a toilet.  I absolutely could not get up.  My brain told my legs to stand but legs would not (could not!) listen.  Suffice it to say I was thankful to have Husband close at hand.  If you’ve ever run a marathon and suffered for it the next day, watch this episode.

Ref: How I Met Your Mother, Season 2, Episode 15 “Lucky Penny”, original airdate 2/12/2007.