Hearts on Fire

When I was pounding the pavement the other night, Ian was at the gym wearing tights.  I think he went to do crunches or something.  As far as I can tell, he has eaten crunch wraps on many more occasions than he has done crunches since we've lived together--but you've got to start somewhere.

While I was running, I was thinking about his simultaneous workout, and I couldn't help but think about the training montage from Rocky IV.

Our competition has quite a few similarities to the film, and beyond that, Ian and I have many similarities with the antagonist and protagonist.

Ian is Ivan Drago:

• He's tall;
• His favorite color is red;
• He's blond;
• He has a blank expression on his face most of the time;
• He loves wearing singlets;
• He would most likely fail a drug test at any given time;
• He calls Soviet Russia "The Motherland."

I am Rocky Balboa:

• I'm under 5'10";
• I'm an Italian American;
• My body is chiseled from granite;
• I speak in nonsensical terms from time to time;
• I have at least one star-spangled article of clothing;
• I hail from the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania;
• Thunderlips could probably kick my ass.

The parallels are striking.  I'm liking my chances.  Think about it.