Day 7: I can’t rest too long, can I?

Day 7, Week -3 / 10:30AM

6 miles on the treadmill

Completed in 45m 06s

Peak speed at 10.0 mph for 2 min.

This weekend was spent resting.  I hit a cleaning binge on Thursday night, and came away with about 2 hours of sleep, so running on Friday was out of question.  I thought I could keep running and running on the weekend, but my body kept insisting on sleeping and chilling out, or at least making sure that my head and heart were at ease before straining them with a long run.

Here’s an article about resting and running.  I should integrate in my training regimen, but rest is the only thing I’m really lazy about.  When I’m deeper in training though, I most certainly begin to turn in on Friday nights, to hit the ground hard and long on Saturday mornings… you’ll see.

Instead, I helped myself to watching some films over the weekend. 

There’s a solid critique of the film Wendy and Lucy on Geologic’s blog.

If I can add anything to his critique, it’s reminiscent of the photo documentary works of the Depression era photographer’s, most specifically Dorothea Lange.  In fact, I’d contend that the film’s droll qualities are akin to a roll of film shot by Lange.  There’s the rough editing and composure of the photo, the subject is asked to sit in their state of distress, distemper, or disillusion, what-have-you, and the photographer dances around them and reappropriates the drama.  Wendy and Lucy carries substantive moments, moments in repose and still, yet the movements between are exasperating, frustrating at best.  If one seeks out a distilled form of body in space look to Robert Bresson’s catalog, and one finds despair in the form of doomed characters confined by strict rules not completely of their society, but of the director’s stringent and sterile style.  It’s watchable, but brace yourself.

I took a second look at Planet B-Boy by Benson Lee.  It’s a work that is a great update to the meta-narrative of B-Boying.  Themes included Hip-Hop as a vehicle for self-discovery, and within that a subset of themes with globalization, male psychology, etc.  I can’t speak loads more about it, as it’s very straightforward.  One thing to note however, is how quickly the game changes every year with crews upping one another, and how political/culturally influential the judges can be on these international competitions.  

I also got to see Coraline in 3-D.  Pure joy, pure horror.  I’m not saying anything new here when we discuss the psychology of children’s tales and the fixation of fear and what these fears address.  It seems that most animations are for adults anyhow, as our generation has become more and more responsive to our bygone days of Transformers, and the constant flow of Marvel films.  I’m not knocking it, but cheers to the geeks turned filmmakers and studio execs.