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, February 17, 2010

I only went running yesterday because I knew you'd be reading this.

Things I did yesterday morning to procrastinate:
-caught up on facebook, twitter; contemplated logging into myspace and friendster, even;
-answered most of my work emails, including setting up Apple's Mail program to check my office mail;
-filed my income tax;
-read almost all of the stories on CNN and the NYTimes;
-prepared dinner for tonight;
-officially registered for the NYCM ("Congratulations! You have received guaranteed entry to the ING New York City Marathon 2010");
-officially registered for the 2010 Broad Street Run;
-completed the Moscow job tier on Mafia Wars via facebook;
-and so on.

Partly I'm tired and lethargic - if I don't get out the door early for a run, the chances of me doing it decrease through the day.  Partly I'm overwhelmed with work and don't even know where to begin.  My day seems to begin with a run, so if I put off the run... my day hasn't started yet, in a perverse mind trick.

Partly I had a rough week, training-wise, last week, and I needed a rest day - but I can't run today (teaching from 9am-6:45pm, which means being at the office from about 8-7:30), so I had to get something in yesterday.  That something was a miserable 3.5m on the treadmill, made miserable less by my body's lack of cooperation or any physical problems than by my own inability to just concentrate and pound it out.  I walked more than I'd care to admit, checking my email and catching up on a few personal emails while on the treadmill.  (I'm sorry, Dr. Drew, you know I love you, but if you can read while on the treadmill, you're not exercising hard enough.)

Today's rest is lovely.


  1. Congrats on getting into NYC! You deserve it after all the races you had to run! I entered the lottery. Here's hoping...

    Happy rest day!

  2. Oh, yay! I have my fingers crossed on the lottery for you. Now back to "resting" - 10 hours in the office today with more prepping and grading to do tonight. Ugh.