running

Today I've been running. It is something I would like to do thrice a week, but as I am lazy cow, I only do it from time to time, not as often as I should. I like to run not because I think it helps me keep fit (I've already clarified that chocolate biscuits will always prevent that from ever happening). Running helps me reset my mind. As a general rule, I use music to help me survive through my thirty minute ripping effort... I mean, it is a ripping effort for me, but you can be sure that any granddad with a walking stick can overtake me easily. Anyway, music is perfect to lend your mind wander free, get yourself lost in the songs and forget about whatever problems you have in mind.

But today, my MP3 has decided to desert me, that's why I've been lost in reflections, in order to forget about the pain in every stride. I've been brooding about Catching Fire, the book I am reading these days. I am really intrigued by the love story between Katniss, Peete and Gale (by the way, when I started the first book, the hunger games, I looked up the word Katniss in the dictionary... no comments). I can't really understand why this apparently boring girl has two incredible handsome young men panting at her feet. Apparently it is because she can sing (that made Peeta fall in love with her, as he confesses in the first book) and hunt (that's everything she seems to have in common with Gale). Personally I do not find any of those abitities specially rapturing, and obviously I can do neither, I am the worst singer in the world, and completely useless in whatever activity which implies to be a good shot so maybe that's why I do not have such suitors... and what a pair. A sweet blondie, and a wild dark haired man waiting to be chosen. She seems unable to choose. There is an old proverb, I do not where it hails from which says that if you cannot choose between two lovers it is because you do not love either of them. I read it time ago in a Herman Hesse book. I know she will choose at the end, or she will let life choose for her (it would be perfect if one of the men died... drastical and emotional). But I keep thinking that it is a pity that the book was written by an American, that way preventing the perfect ending from my point of view. A threesome ( a wave of lust makes my toes curl at the mere thought of it). Both men seem to be complementary and are able to make her happy in a different way. Choosing one will always make her to miss the other. She is condemned to unhappiness, poor Katniss.  Oh, yes, I am sure that a threesome would never work in the real world, with all the jealousy and the testosterone playing their role. But this is a book. And in a book everything can work perfectly. I wish I could read a happy ending, with the trio happy ever after. But I am so sure I am going to be disappointed, and Katniss as well. Pity us!