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.
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"