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"

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I got a package!

A package has come in the mail!

What could it be?

The anticipation builds...

Let's pretend my desk isn't messy.  I'd like to pretend it was a one-off and it's usually clean, but I'd be lying.

It's the new Fuel Belt I ordered!  I'ma rock this bad boy on my every long run once it gets hot out.

1 comment:

  1. Tracy, thanks for stopping by FCITC today! You are going to rock these marathons! NYC is such a wonderful experience.