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, January 18, 2010

Stair practice

In preparation for the ESBRU and the Fight for Air Climb, tonight I will be going to a friend's 30-story building to run her steps thrice.  Gum: acquired.  Weight lifting gloves: acquired.  Stamina, endurance, and muscle strength: working on it.

Also, Forza?  I'm sorry I talked smack about it.  I can barely move my shoulders today.  Whew.
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  1. njmTue Jan 19, 10:20:00 PM EST

    I'm imagining the training scene from Rocky. Go Tracy Go!

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