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.
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  1. SarahTue Apr 06, 08:41:00 PM EDT

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

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  2. MTue Apr 06, 08:59:00 PM EDT

    Sending good vibes - use them however you would like!

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