I was a huge fan of The Master in 1984. I mean, it had Lee Van Cleef and a Van Patten. You know, son of Dick Van Patten? The dad on Eight is Enough? How many more pre-1985 references do I need to make my point, people? Anyhow, The Master debuted on NBC* at the height of the "I'm spindly and awkward and I can kick anyone's ass via martial arts" craze in the mid-80's. Granted, he wasn't as dreamy as that one guy from The Karate Kid. What was his name? Oh yeah, Pat Morita. Anywho, I wanted to be a ninja. Every Christmas (and by every, I mean "1984" and "1985"), I'd beg my parents to buy me nunchucks and throwing stars. What better way to celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ than by hurling lethal, pointy objects at my 8 year old sister?
So what does this have to do with running, you ask? Oh, I saw a guy running last night and he was dressed in all black. Damn near smacked into him in my Honda (from Japan!) if it weren't for my keen, ninja-like perception and his reflective Mizunos (also from Japan! Symmetry!).
End of story. Go about your day.
*Sadly, for this post I didn't have to go to IMDB.com or Google for any of this. At least not until I had to post links and the classy picture. Amazing I'm married and I spawned children, isn't it?