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, March 22, 2010


My second toenail, the one that got messed up at the half yesterday, is now oozing clear fluid from under the nail. There must have been a blister on the nailbed. I predict the nail will fall off by the end of the week. It's pretty gross.

In case you were wondering. (I did refrain from posting pictures.)

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