[Welcome to a late--a VERY late--edition of Positivity Wednesday. My
telephone interview for today fell through--making this a somewhat LESS than
Positive Wednesday--but we are nothing if not eternal optimists, eh?
Otherwise, what the hell would we be doing running ultramarathons? It takes
a certain amount of "believing we could still float in a tsunami" to be
daring enough to enter footraces designed to take up considerable chunks of
our adult lives. Ya think? And speaking of optimists, I know of none
blinder nor more eternal than today's TMIMITW honoree :) Ray "the K"
Krolewicz. And thanks, BTW, to John Nevels for nominating him!]
His true age needs to be carbon-dated, but he can still outsprint and
outlast a sizeable chunk of today's running public.
To give some idea of his toughness, his last household pet was more
accurately renamed by paleontologists as not "Rex" but "Tyrannosaurus Rex."
He has been known to beat all the dinosaurs in footraces, as well as all the
mammals, and every once in awhile he can even beat Christian.
And his wit and wisdom is daily sought after by the rest of the herd.
His training methods have been downloaded and abandoned by half the running
population of the known world. Everyone realizes no one could possibly
survive the regimen he has always espoused.
His running résumé takes three reams of paper to completely print out.
He won his first race while still in the womb. It was a "sack race" with
his mother at the family picnic, and he--again happily--supplied the sack.
He has, in fact, won more ultramarathons than any other American runner
Not only has he outrun all his competitors, he's outlived them.
And in addition, because he is so intensely involved with auto racing,
occasionally he agrees to race on foot while his stiff competition roars
along the road in nitro-fueled, turbo-charged, chrome-plated caskets--with
He is *always* so happy, he has been known to sing at the top of his lungs
during the worst weather amidst the deepest jungles of The Barkley
The jury is still out, though, as to whether he was singing for joy or
signaling for help. But most tend to agree that the former is the truer
He is THE MOST INTERESTING MAN IN THE WORLD.
"I don't always reveal my secrets to just anyone (but when I do, I prefer
you not to do any research). Stay within your parentheses, my friends."
( 00 )
See (and hear) some originals:
[and thanks to UltraJohn Price--who is now doing a "solo run" across the
entire country--for supplying this in place of that former long and
"Your friendly neighborly 800-year-old lute-plucking song-and-dance man from
France" (but not nearly as old as Ray the K ;-).
Yankee Folly of the Day:
History hasn't taken much notice of this, but long before auto racing came
into vogue Centurion Krolewicz used to race chariots.