I’ve come across a unique book called “Not quite what I was planning.” It’s filled with memoirs from famous authors, each summarizing the essence of their lives.
While this sounds like something you’d discuss at “the finer things” club, the book offers quite an energizing twist. Inspired by an urban myth regarding Hemingway’s ability to tell compelling stories with very few words, each memoir is precisely six words long.
That’s hardly sufficient to summarize today’s weather, let alone the crux of an entire life. Hemingway offered the poignant, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” I guess that’s why he’s Hemingway.
Never one to wax melodramatic, I’d like to make a different contribution to the six-word story genre. The chief complaint I get here at ZeroToBoston is my failure to complete race reports in a timely fashion. So here they all are; precisely six words each.
Hit the wall at mile thirteen.
Collapsed at finish. Lovely Medical Tent.
Rockier than you can possibly imagine.
BLUE RIDGE RELAY 2006
Ran day and night. Van reeked.
KIAWAH ISLAND 2006
First Boston attempt. I Bonked ignominiously.
MYRTLE BEACH 2007
At least there was free beer.
BLACK MOUNTAIN 2007
Friend fell, got hideous knee wound.
HITCHCOCK WOODS 50K 2007
Shoes still waterlogged; full of sand.
BLUE RIDGE RELAY 2007
The Mythical Frog Boil finished fifth.
Unlike Chicago, they stocked extra water.
NEW YORK CITY 2007
Sea of humanity enjoys vulgar Brooklynites.
ROCKET CITY 2007
Amazingly flat for a hilly town.
MYRTLE BEACH 2008
Qualification overshadows boring course, cheesy shirt.
MOUNT MITCHELL CHALLENGE 2008
Twenty-two miles up; Eighteen down. Curious.
What color should my hair be?
Keep comments to six words, please.
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