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"

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Scenes from a run

A picture blog today, because I'm too lazy to write.

Note to self: if everything was frozen last week, and it's warm enough to wear shorts this week, it's probably going to be muddy.

This doesn't seem like the safest way to get from point A to point B...  but it is the only way.  And the drop really isn't all that steep.

This one I can't explain.  Not only is Eeyore hanged in effigy, but he's pretty far out - this took dedication and effort.  I'm sure it's a message to someone.  Hopefully not me.

Hey, look!  My "4 mile" route (measured via gmap-pedometer) is actually 4.81m!  But those hills that feel like mountains?  Actually molehills.

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