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"

Saturday, March 27, 2010

I am a maniac. Please stop me.

What have I done?

A few days ago, I did something I probably shouldn't have.  Quietly, secretively, while I was all alone in the house and no one was watching.

I registered for the Chicago Marathon.

I honestly don't know why.  Because it's there?

I got an email that registration was about to close, I thought about it for a few hours, and I got pressured by the thrill of knowing I soon wouldn't be able to register.  I registered; literally 4 minutes later the race closed.

What have I done?

1 comment:

  1. Ha! I do that too. I think it is the sense of accomplishment or the thrill of knowing that you are going to go in another race. Good luck with it. I am sure that you are going to do great!!