Forza, that is! Here's my sword from the class. I decided to wear weightlifting gloves to avoid blisters. And I was too chicken to steal Kiehl's from the locker room. Next time. Also, I have no designation in the program I use to record my running for "other aerobic activity." That's an oversight. I put it in as "yoga" - close enough?
MY QUEST TO QUALIFY NOT JUST FOR THE OLYMPIC TRIALS BUT FOR THE 2016 OLYMPICS IN THE MARATHON (to do this I will need to halve my marathon time)
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"
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Oops, I did it again
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