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"

Friday, May 21, 2010

Week in review

First off, I don't have many readers, so when I know that one of them is having a birthday I have to give a shout-out.  Yes, a shout-out.  As though it were 1991 again.  This shout-out goes out to my sister Mandy, who is turning an undisclosed age that's 3 years older than me today!  (Hint: she did not just enter a new age group.  Neither did I.)

Now, for my week in running.  Back in business.  Here we go.
  • Friday: rest
  • Saturday: 45 minute class at Flywheel
  • Sunday: NYPD Memorial Run 5k
  • Monday: 3.5m with the Foot Locker/Runner's World 10k training club.  More on that later.
  • Tuesday:  7am bus to Philly on 4 hours sleep - rest day.
  • Wednesday: 3.5m with the Runner's World peeps again.  I think I love this program - I averaged a 10 minute mile, flat, today.  Only slightly faster than Monday, and it didn't feel hard.
  • Thursday:  I came home from the library with the worst headache that I've had in years.  Like, stabbing pain above one eye.  Now, you know the drill: cue whining about not being able to take advil/aspirin because of the blood thinners.  Sad not to run, but also I wasn't supposed to be away from my phone as I was on-call at the rape crisis center.
Super, super low mileage at only 10m for the week, but they were all three good, quality runs at least.

Tomorrow is the Brooklyn Half Marathon.  I've been kind of on the DL about this one (down-low, not disabled list).  I registered on a lark months ago when I found out that registration was about to close and I thought that $25 for a half was too good of a deal to pass up.  Then, the NYRR changed the start time from 8am to 7am, a good idea for the heat but a bad idea for my commute.  Suddenly, I went from having to leave my house at 6:30am to 4:43am, thanks to the glories of off-peak travel on the MTA in the era of fierce budget cuts.  But a coworker and his wife have offered to host me in their conveniently-located Brooklyn apartment.  I'll let you know how it goes.


  1. Thank you, Tracy! You should also clarify that you are NOT on the DL as in the "get tested IL" radio commercials which you will be subjected to in just one short week.

  2. You're right, Mandy. I was using down low in its general term to refer to something kept quiet, rather than its meaning of a straight male who likes to have homosexual sex on the side. I'll clarify the next time that there's a potential for misinterpretation.