In the Broadway classic Little Shop of Horrors, the main character, nerdy florist assistant Seymour, finds and nurtures an odd plant named Audrey II. The plant is named after the object of Seymour's infatuation, another flower shop worker. After learning that blood makes the plant thrive, Seymour begins feeding it drops of his own blood.
Over time, the plant grows and its needs increase. Single drops of Seymour's blood no longer suffice. In fact, the plant requires entire people, leading Seymour to kill in order to feed the insatiable Audrey II. It also leads to what is certainly the most memorable line from the entire show.
"Feed me, Seymour!"
Right now, I feel much like Audrey II. While I don't have an insatiable appettite for human blood, I am beginning to hit the "always hungry" phase of the season, again. Last year, I ignored Iron Audrey and maintained a "normal" diet. This year, Audrey is demanding more. If the demand for food is ignored, I will suffer greatly.
I've hit the bottom of the weight range I want going into a summer of heavy triathlon training. So, the bottomless pit otherwise known as my stomach will have to be satiated.
Luckily, I have less discriminating tastes than Audrey II. Where she demanded one and only one source of nourishment, I'm fine with a broad range of food. Seymour won't have to go to the same extremes. But he's still going to hear the same cries from the master...
Feed me, Seymour!
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8 comments:
love that phrase, think steve martin and rick moranis are genius but hated, hated, hated that movie.
Ha, my HS musical. Hey pol, do you realize there are 152 days left?! Look at the clock!
Heh heh. That's a good analogy...I'm sure I'll always picture Audrey II now whenever I'm hungry. :) I'm only training like 8 hours/week and it's already starting to hit me!
Oh, and take a look at www.dooce.com for a really well written and funny post describing the anguish of hitting that "low blood sugar I have to eat or I'll die" feeling. Just ignore the part about Taco Bell and McDonalds. Yuck.
my iron audrey insists on cadbury eggs and vanilla coke. she's insatiable.
good luck with that!
I wish my tastes were as discriminating. Unfortunately I have no nutrition sense. I mean I know what I should be eating, but the will power is all used up getting up and going to the gym.
Tri Vortex, you make a VERY compelling argument. And some days, it's worse than others.
Sounds like you're right where you need/want to be going into the summer. Kudo's!
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