I was wrong! She emailed last night and we're on. Yay! Treadmill run tonight and then pick it back up in Central Park hopefully tomorrow.
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, March 10, 2010
My running partner is back!
I don't always record for you which runs I've done with her and which without, but the past few weeks have been without. Without both her, and consistent running. She's a busy one and always emails me from her blackberry, so her emails are often short and completely devoid of tone. I figured from her last few emails that she was giving me the slow blow-off, and after almost two weeks of not having heard from her, I took a hint.