The Ballad of Stimpy Frye

With an abundance of free time on my hands (well, not really) I occasionally find myself staring blankly at a television screen. I feel a bit better about this momentary lapse in judgment if the television is turned on. Anyways during one of these brief periods of inactivity I was watching an Alice Cooper concert DVD. You have to admire someone who refers to his alter ego in the third person and guillotines himself nightly. There was a particular moment when his alter ego “Alice” has assumed control and he is singing “The Ballad of Dwight Frye” on his knees in a strait jacket. Historical note: Dwight Fry (without the “e”) was a character actor of the 30s and 40s noted for his portrayal of Igor in a number of horror flicks. The song is about Mr. Fry(e)’s mythical stint in an insane asylum. Stimpy immediately thought to himself (a keen observer will note that I as now referring to my alter ego in the third person), “There is a piece of mental imagery I can use for the next few months”. Less than a week later, just as in a bad movie, or training blog, I found myself finishing of my usual 3 hour Sunday run. I usually do these in the morning to be asleep for the first 90 minutes. But this week we were visiting family and I had to wedge it in during the early evening. 2 hours into the run, the wind was howling, the side walk and road in the park had long since drifted over, the sun was down, the temperature was plummeting, my few remaining self preservation instincts were kicking in, and I reached a corner. I could go left and be home in 20 minutes or I could go right and get in my 3 hours. I thought to myself, “What would the tightly restrained Alice/Dwight/Stimpy do?” I went right. Stimpy is a dumb ass.