True story. I tell this story all the time. A great man gets old. (Not easy getting old.) Above-average athlete, studly motherf*cker. The kind of guy – and what the hell kinda guy is that anyway? – who powers his bike from Seattle to Portland on Saturday and races the Portland Marathon on Sunday. Raced hard. This is back in the day, when if you were in a marathon, you were there to kick ass. The party started later. Now the man hurts himself just thinking about a party. And nobody ever teaches you how to deal with this crap. I am going to stop here. Point is, I sent this man a note.
One o’clock in the afternoon.
Walked for over an hour.
Feel almost pretty good.
Thought I’d offer you a personal challenge.
We outlive this motherfucker’s tenure.
That’s the ticket.
He’s fat and ugly with small hands.
He simply doesn’t look Presidential.
You look Presidential.
Bad news is, you look like Calvin Coolidge.
You are in a story
this asshole is background music
you are the star.
Probably played by Vin Diesel.
Stay strong.
Capt. Jack
p.s., I love you, buddy. You can do this. No problem.