He pensado que no quiero correr más maratones. ¡Yo quiero correr esta carrera! Estoy entrenando duramente. Tengo mi musiquita para correr en el mp3. Y un par de canciones nuevas que mañana probaré, a ver si me da por volar bajo, o me tuerzo un tobillo, o me entra flato, o algo.

Por supuesto, antes de correr hay que calentar bien.

[Joel arrives at The Brick for the Running of the Bulls.]
JOEL: Good morning!
CHRIS: Hey hey!
JOEL: Hey everybody! Hey, Holling.
HOLLING: How ya doing, Joel?
JOEL: Ok, how are you doing. Maurice?
MAURICE: Joel, you ready for your first Running of the Bulls?
JOEL: Hey, I did the New York City marathon. I got all the way to Greenpoint Ave. before I passed out.
MAURICE: Well, gentlemen, it's almost time. Joel, you better have a shot of brandy.
JOEL: Nope. I consider booze contradictory before a run, Maurice.
MAURICE: Suit yourself.
JOEL: Wait a minute. Whoa. What are you doing?
MAURICE: Disrobing, son.
JOEL: What? Why?
HOLLING: You see, Joel, in this particular race, the men of Cicely run in the buff.
JOEL: No!
CHRIS: Cicelian tradition, Joel.
JOEL: You're gonna run out that door, down Main St. out to Highway One, in front of God and everybody? In near-freezing temperatures with absolutely nothing on?
CHRIS: That's right!
JOEL: No . . .
CHRIS: Warms up once you get going. Right, fellas?
FELLAS: Right!! Yeah!!
CHRIS: Let's go!!!
JOEL: Oh, what the hell.
[Joel joins the Running of the Bulls in appropriate attire.]

Northern Exposure, Spring break

If we go, go insane
We can all go together
In this wild, wanton world
We can all break down forever...

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