On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"
Thursday, November 26, 2009
5m Turkey Trot, 52:21. I'm on fuego. Seriously - it rocks. The course even had a rather large hill, which I *rocked*. I'm actually excited about doing a 5k in a few weeks. Finally, I'm feeling like a runner again. Enjoying going out running, feeling like it's a part of my life again and not something that I *want* to be a part of my life.