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"

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I'm alive. I'm okay. Just not running.

Hoping to be able to rectify that soon.

It's true: just when you need running the most is when it's the hardest (this is also true of showers, incidentally).  Yesterday I left the house, briefly, to walk the dog, and it was the first time I'd left the house since Friday.
Anyway, back to work.  I think I wrote a few posts last week that I auto-saved to post later this week, so relaxed Ghost Tracy might be talking at you from the past in a few days - hopefully I'll be back soon.


  1. Hang in. Not saying that it will get better, but just hang in. 'Cause if nothing else, this too shall pass.

  2. Sending good vibes - use them however you would like!