is a play by Arthur Miller that I've discussed here before, based on a reading of the play. Tonight I saw a community theater production of the play. It was extremely well done. I'm still not crazy about the play, but the character portrayals were great.
I know the director a little. I'm curious about how he got such good performances, and such an integrated set of performances. Maybe I'll get to ask him, and maybe he'll be able to tell me.
Rhyme of the day:
It's a fact
Those guys can act!
That's what the Brits call it. We Yanks call it a personal record, or just PR. It means your best time in a running race. So one has a PR for the 5k, for the 10k, etc.
As of today, I have a new one for the 5k: 22 minutes and 11 seconds.
It's kind of odd, to set a new PR at the age of 51. It can mean only one thing. I wasn't running up to my potential when I was younger! Because it's surely the case that my inherent speediness potential is lower now. If you look at someone who competed seriously in their youth, their running times inevitably lengthen as they age.
But I was aiming to do this, and I did it. I beat my old best 5k time, which goes back to 1996.
The funny thing is... my shoe came untied during the first mile of today's race. I had to stop and tie it. I lost valuable seconds! I fell behind the fast guy I was trying to keep up with! But somehow I set a PR.
Maybe that was the secret. Maybe I just need to have my shoe come untied more often, and I will be a faster runner. But it sounds risky, because:
I might step on a lace
And fall flat on my face.
And that, dear friends, is my rhyme of the day.