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.
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"
Monday, January 18, 2010
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I'm imagining the training scene from Rocky. Go Tracy Go!ReplyDelete