I believe God made me for a purpose.
But he also made me FAST.
And when I run, I feel His pleasure.
One of my top two favorite movies of all time, ever, amen, is Chariots of Fire. If you've never seen it, there is more to it than some guys running along a beach in slow motion to Vangelis music. Although that is how it starts.
Liddell, he is your future king, are you refusing to shake his hand? Does your arrogance extend that far?
My arrogance, sir, extends just as far as my conscience demands.
This is a good year to watch it. It's the (mostly) true story of two British runners (and their runner friends) (and a girlfriend and a sister) (and a coach) in the 1924 Paris Olympics.
I notice it is coming out on Blu-Ray on July 10 this summer. Pretty smart ... the London Olympics begin on July 27. :)
That's a matter for the committee!
We are the committee.
I will raise my eyes and look down that corridor; 4 feet wide, with 10 lonely seconds to justify my whole existence. But WILL I?
I have it memorized, so if you don't get a chance to see it, just give me a call and I will spend four hours telling it to you. (Two hours of screenplay plus two hours of my enthusiastic opinions.) (I can also throw in an additional two hours of random related facts for free.)
You can praise God by peeling a spud if you peel it to perfection. Don't compromise. Compromise is a language of the devil. Run in God's name and let the world stand back in wonder.
Oh, it's so good. You have to watch it.