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"

Monday, December 7, 2009

Drat.

I lost another toenail.
Or should I say, I lost the same toenail, again. It's come and gone for a few years now and never did grow back right that last time.

Time for a trip to the podiatrist to have this bad boy removed, I think. Sadly it's the big nail on my left foot. Glad it's not sandal season.
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