Thanks for the replies...

sydenhams chorea said:

...to the thread on 'running to alleviate depression'. Some of you appeared to be under the
illusion that I was engaged in battle with this particular demon.

We/I never said that. We strongly believe you are wrestling with SEVERAL demons.

In article said:

...to the thread on 'running to alleviate depression'. Some of you appeared to be under the
illusion that I was engaged in battle with this particular demon. Sadly, I must report that my
ego - being the size of a small house - is more that capable of supporting me through any
temporary hiccoughs in my inexorable march towards world domination. But your replies were
illuminating. Thanks.

Surrrrrrrre. Next you're going to tell us that you don't masturbate.

Cheers,
--
Donovan Rebbechi pegasus.rutgers.edu~elflordOpen ↗

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Quoted message said:

...to the thread on 'running to alleviate depression'. Some of you appeared to be under the
illusion that I was engaged in battle with this particular demon.

Quoted message said:

We/I never said that. We strongly believe you are wrestling with SEVERAL demons.

We all wrestle with demons, Wobbot, but sometimes we realise that our personal demons are
insignificant when compared with the trials and tribulations faced by others. Or perhaps I'm just
lucky in that my demons are wimpy little things that I can beat about the head whenever I choose.

And speaking about beating about the head...WTF are you talking about when you say that ASICS
manufacture superb running shoes? My new DS Trainers are the biggest heap of [censored] I've had on my
feet in years. The rubber on the soles is LETHAL on wet pavement - it's like running on ice and,
to add insult to injury, they look like Dan Dare's space boots. DO NOT BUY THESE SHOES, THEY
WILL KILL YOU.

OTOH, a pair of Nike Presto Air that I bought to kick about in are proving surprisingly good running
shoes. But there again, I'm not an overweight grumpy old drunkard like yourself.

Roger.

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Surrrrrrrre. Next you're going to tell us that you don't masturbate.

How could I lie to you, Donovan?

To my eternal shame, I must confess that I do. In fact I visited www.voyeurweb.com for that express
purpose not half an hour ago.

Roger.

Donovan Rebbechi said:

Surrrrrrrre. Next you're going to tell us that you don't masturbate.

I thought that was YOUR demon there , ol "one-hand"?

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The answers to the questions that baffle humanity lie not in us, my

friends,

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but in these people. We just need to discover how to tease the answer out...

Roger.

For best results, when teasing anything out of anybody, they ought to be happy, or at least
intoxicated. Sadly, people living on the streets most often only possess one of these qualities.
Sometimes they achieve both, but only the former after the later.

Anyway while I'm not really on the off-topic topic, here is a thought about changing the non-happy
inertia in to happy inertia.

Smiling can make you happy. Try smiling when not in a good mood. If you can actually get a good grin
going whatever sullen clouds you're hiding under your kimono will begin to evaporate (leaving your
skin soft and silky).

Smiling at others who have fouled themselves in one sense or another can be fun too (but be prepared
to duck on occasion).

Surf

P.S. If smiling doesn't work try singing this out loud, in public, on a crowded train.

Ahem ...

Sit on my face and tell me that you love me, I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you too!

I love to hear you moralize, When I'm between your thighs, You blow me away

Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you, I'll sit on your face and let you love me truly,

Life can be fine, If we both sixty-nine,

If we sit on our faces, In all kind of places,

Oh I love to oralize With your face between my thighs, Please sit on my face.

Sit on my face and tell me that you need me I'll sit on your face 'cuz I'll be needing you

Yes, I'll be headed south When you're cumming in my mouth Please sit on my face

Sit on my face and say you'll never leave me I'll sit on your face and never leave you blue.

Oh, for your legs, I'll spread while you are getting head, Please sit on my face.

Sit on my face and tell me that I'm pretty, I'll sit on your face and never lie to you.

Just put your lips right there, We'll both ignore the hair, Please sit on my face,

Oh, It's hard to say I love you When you're sitting on my face.

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Quoted message said:

...to the thread on 'running to alleviate depression'. Some of you appeared to be under the
illusion that I was engaged in battle with this particular demon. Sadly, I must report that my
ego - being the size of a small house - is more that capable of supporting me through any
temporary hiccoughs in my inexorable march towards world domination. But your replies were
illuminating. Thanks.

Thing is, for some reason I'm fascinated by those that live on the edge of events, either through
choice or circumstance. Tramps, the homeless, the mentally disadvantaged, the crazy. How do they
cope? Where does their strength come from, why does it sometimes fail them after years of
survival? These individuals really do tap into areas of the human psyche that I doubt I even
possess. You know that line in the Bruce Springsteen song "I took a wrong turn and just kept on
goin'."? I mean, people DO that. How? Why? What brought them to that place? How do they live with
their choices?

The answers to the questions that baffle humanity lie not in us, my friends, but in these people.
We just need to discover how to tease the answer out...

Roger.

(Roger, you either are letting your humanity show thru, or you are generating some really unusual
troll bait. But I'll bite.)

You seem to believe that these folks have above average strength because they manage to survive.
Perhaps the heartfelt news blurbs about the folks that somehow manage to dig out of those
circumstances color your vision. The vast majority of those folks in fact don't cope well at all. If
you talk to them you'll learn how easy it is to fall into those conditions, even without influences
like mental illness or drug/alcohol addiction.

I will suggest this. If one of these folks comes up to you on the street, instead of just giving
them some change, take them to lunch. Talk to them. If nothing else, these folks can talk when they
have a willing listener. You'll find many different stories, but the bottom line is they are folks
like you and me.

Remember, no matter home old or dirty or [censored] or disturbed, that person began, just like you and
me, as a babe in some mother's arms.

Enjoy the run. Ed

sydenhams chorea said:

We all wrestle with demons, Wobbot, but sometimes we realise that our personal demons are
insignificant when compared with the trials and tribulations faced by others.

Is this the new "humanitarian" Roidger? How sweet and sentimental, it almost brought tears to my
eyes just to read it. Well, at least my reply did...

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r perhaps I'm just lucky in that my demons are wimpy little things that I can beat about the head
whenever I choose.

With arms like those, you'd be imprisoned in a wet paper bag until you starved to death.

Quoted message said:

And speaking about beating about the head...WTF are you talking about when you say that ASICS
manufacture superb running shoes? My new DS Trainers are the biggest heap of [censored] I've had on my
feet in years. The rubber on the soles is LETHAL on wet pavement - it's like running on ice and,
to add insult to injury, they look like Dan Dare's space boots. DO NOT BUY THESE SHOES, THEY WILL
KILL YOU.

Gee, a quick search says these shoes are not available on your continent. Nice try though...
but even so had you managed to get a pair i'd say "LMFAO! You bought a pair of THOSE? LOLOLOL"
What a maroon.

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OTOH, a pair of Nike Presto Air that I bought to kick about in are proving surprisingly good
running shoes. But there again, I'm not an overweight grumpy old drunkard like yourself.

Hell, you aren't even a man. I'm glad to see you are taking my advice and are wearing Nikes, they
ARE the perfect shoe for you.

sydenhams chorea said:

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Surrrrrrrre. Next you're going to tell us that you don't masturbate.

How could I lie to you, Donovan?

To my eternal shame, I must confess that I do. In fact I visited www.voyeurweb.com for that express
purpose not half an hour ago.

Roger.

What a PERVERT!!!!

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Gee, a quick search says these shoes are not available on your continent.

You twit. What the hell it is that's sitting in my shoe closet, glowing luminescent blue and silver
with ASICS DS Trainer written on them? Scotch mist?

Roger.

sydenhams chorea said:

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Gee, a quick search says these shoes are not available on your continent.

You twit. What the hell it is that's sitting in my shoe closet, glowing luminescent blue and silver
with ASICS DS Trainer written on them? Scotch mist?

Like I said, you picked a cheap shoe. You're a dullard Roidger.

"sydenhams chorea" <[email hidden]> wrote

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Thing is, for some reason I'm fascinated by those that live on the edge of events, either through
choice or circumstance. Tramps, the homeless, the mentally disadvantaged, the crazy. How do they
cope? Where does their strength come from, why does it sometimes fail them after years of

survival?

Quoted message said:

These individuals really do tap into areas of the human psyche that I

doubt

Quoted message said:

I even possess. You know that line in the Bruce Springsteen song "I took

a

Quoted message said:

wrong turn and just kept on goin'."? I mean, people DO that. How? Why? What brought them to that
place? How do they live with their choices?

It's a long held ambition of mine to become a tramp but I'd miss my girlfriend too much and I don't
think I'm hard enough to do it here in the UK without a decent goretex jacket which is probably
frowned upon by proper tramps.

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(Roger, you either are letting your humanity show thru, or you are generating some really unusual
troll bait. But I'll bite.)

Neither humanity nor bait. Sometimes, curiosity gets the better of me. I'm sure that even the
rec.runners have something to teach me.

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If you talk to them you'll learn how easy it is to fall into those conditions, even without
influences like mental illness or drug/alcohol addiction.

Ah, but I have. And there's no pattern that I can discern, other than it seems hell-of-a-difficult
when you step on to the slippery slope to step off
it. But that, I guess, is the nature of a slippery slope.

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You'll find many different stories, but the bottom line is they are folks

like you and me.

Yeah, I know. That's what's so scary. How close have we come to standing in their shoes without even
realising it?

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Remember, no matter home old or dirty or [censored] or disturbed, that person began, just like you and
me, as a babe in some mother's arms.

Don't lecture me, you pompous ninny.

But hey, I'm in a good mood. I'll share something useful with you - pray forgive me if I've
mentioned this before.

In another life I was doing a couple of months on a geriatric ward. The smell at 8 am is WONDERFUL,
but if we're lucky maybe we'll get to [censored] out pants when we're old too. Point being, the patients
were the usual mixture of the good and the useless, the stoic and the whiney, the privileged and the
destitute. The common factor was that they were dying, or damn near
iu. There was another common factor too. They all had - as one of their few possessions in the
personal bedside cabinets - a picture of themselves with their family or their parents.
Seems that, at the end, all that mattered was the memory of people they had loved, or had
been loved by.

Just something to mull over on your next run.

Roger.

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Andy P said:

"sydenhams chorea" <[email hidden]> wrote

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Thing is, for some reason I'm fascinated by those that live on the edge of events, either
through choice or circumstance. Tramps, the homeless, the mentally disadvantaged, the crazy.
How do they cope? Where does their strength come from, why does it sometimes fail them after
years of

survival?

Quoted message said:

These individuals really do tap into areas of the human psyche that I

doubt

Quoted message said:

I even possess. You know that line in the Bruce Springsteen song "I took

a

Quoted message said:

wrong turn and just kept on goin'."? I mean, people DO that. How? Why? What brought them to that
place? How do they live with their choices?

It's a long held ambition of mine to become a tramp but I'd miss my girlfriend too much and I
don't think I'm hard enough to do it here in the UK without a decent goretex jacket which is
probably frowned upon by proper tramps.

plus sleeping in empty train freight cars could lead to back problems... that would really mess up
the running.

Cam

--
Not every race can be a perfect experience, but every race can be a learning experience.

sydenhams chorea said:

Thing is, for some reason I'm fascinated by those that live on the edge of events, either through
choice or circumstance. Tramps, the homeless, the mentally disadvantaged, the crazy.

So you fancy me because I'm an abstinent alcoholic who's depressed? [censored], and I thought it was for
my buff bod and brain the size of Hagrid's goolies. I even changed eating habits and started
shopping at Tescos to please you! [censored] <scowl

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(...) They all had - as one of their few possessions in the personal bedside cabinets - a picture
of themselves with their family or their parents. Seems that, at the end, all that mattered was
the memory of people they had loved, or had been loved by.

At the end of his days, at age 76, Paavo Nurmi lay in his hospital bed and asked his housekeeper to
bring him the photograph on his sleeping table. When she brought him the portrait of his wife, he
said "Not that, the other one!" It was the picture of his dog he´d missed.

Anders

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Lustig) said:

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(...) They all had - as one of their few possessions in the personal bedside cabinets - a
picture of themselves with their family or their parents. Seems that, at the end, all that
mattered was the memory of people they had loved, or had been loved by.

At the end of his days, at age 76, Paavo Nurmi lay in his hospital bed and asked his housekeeper
to bring him the photograph on his sleeping table. When she brought him the portrait of his wife,
he said "Not that, the other one!" It was the picture of his dog he´d missed.

Anders

LOL! now THAT's a great story.

Cam

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Not every race can be a perfect experience, but every race can be a learning experience.

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Woohoo! Still trying to spread that load of [censored] about being a doctor instead of a failed web
designer. Time to STFU Fraser old bean. You were busted a long time ago. Hell, even the football
coach you mimic isn't a doctor.

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Woohoo! Still trying to spread that load of [censored] about being a doctor instead of a failed web
designer.

Better to be a failed Dr than a failed web designer....