I’m going to have to do one of those “taking stock” posts soon, aren’t I? Reviewing my 2008 running goals, and laying down my ones for oh-nine…. for now, though, I want to share with you one last holiday link, which conjured up some strange and funny memories of Christmases Past. When I was a poor, young assitant, I used to attend the company Holiday Party (in my $40 dress from Express and office pumps) and walk around with a cocktail (preferably champagne) in each hand. I’d drink them as quickly as I could, until I was sweating, and then go get another pair. This was mostly my exceedingly poor strategy to combat social awkwardness (both mine and others), but I used to proclaim as justification, I’m drinking my bonus, since in fact, as an assistant I received no bonus of other any sort…. Thank you Baby A for this Kara video (from before the NYC marathon), because she is just so freaking cute. But what’s up with Bruce Sabin’s ‘do? Why do men insist on that peaky thing on the front of their heads? When was that deemed appealing? And after staring at those Nikes on the shelf behind Kara from three minutes, now I strangely feel like I must own a pair… Also not necessarily recent, this New York Times article about sports massages reminded me of the most excellent one I had after the Disney World Marathon. The masseusse used Bio-Freeze on my shoulders, which she said were more knotted than my legs (apparently knotted is different from tight)… More recently in the Times, this piece reinforces the old runners’ adage about running with a head cold or sore throat, but taking a day off with a chest cold. Always a good piece of advice to remember this time of year… Lastly, I cannot stop thinking of this song today. “Praise You” by Fatboy Slim. So here is the video…. I have to praise you like I should….