The more I reflect on yesterday's PPTC Cherry Tree 10 Miler, the happier I am about it. The race was a perfect size, it was well organized, the weather was awesome, I felt good the whole time, and I even got a super-duper Sugoi tech hat! (Way better than a cotton tee - yes, I'm talking to you, NYRR.)
I can't top it. Full day of work ahead of me today, with meetings taking up my every free moment and drinks with coworkers scheduled after work, so I'm taking today off of running. I'm scheduled to meet my running partner again Tuesday morning. (I've been... flaky... about meeting her lately. Can't motivate to get up at 6am.) Look for an update then.
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"