I’ve been reading all sorts of motivational stories and books for the run (more on that in another post). But I saw my college friend Aldous today and took it as a sign to write about my favorite underdog story – which I was a part of!
At NYU my friends and I formed an intramural football team. Problem was we could only round up five guys, which is what we needed, but it meant that every game ALL FIVE OF US had to show or we’d forfeit. And the games were EARLY. Once we had an 8 AM game on one of the lower East Side fields by the river. Those fields are a pain in the ass to get to and only four of us could make it. At 7:30 AM, we miraculously persuaded a friend to roll out of bed to play. So we got there on time, happy that we did not have to forfeit, until a FRATERNITY walked on to the field. 15 guys all in their matching frat uniforms chanting… chest bumping… getting themselves PUMPED. The five of us just stood there watching them. To make a long story short, we kicked their ass and went out for drinks afterwards… at 9:00 AM!!! The above picture is after our victory — we got a frat brother to snap it (and he was not happy when we asked him to do it!).
Tomorrow I’m covering 15 miles including a planned trek over the Triborough Bridge, which I’m not even sure is possible!
“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
-T. S. Eliot