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 28, 2010

Week in Review

  • Friday:  rest
  • Saturday:  Brooklyn Half
  • Sunday:  rest.  I thought about going out for a run for all of like 2 seconds. And then I didn't go.
  • Monday: rested again...
  • Tuesday:  4.25m on the treadmill watching Glee.  All around tedious: the show, the run, the gym.
  • Wednesday:  4.5m with the Runner's World group.  In the 90 degree heat.  No acclimation period!
  • Thursday: 4.6m on the Prairie Path through Lombard and into Glen Ellyn.  Home in Chi-town.
Weekly total: 26.5m

Okay, this is ridic.  I'm hitting monthly mileage totals that read more like weekly totals.  This has got to end, now: either I'm a runner or I'm not, and I put that threshold somewhere in the vicinity of consistent weeks above 20mpw.  (Actually I would go with 30mpw, but I'll try to start with something reasonable.)  I'm only there this week because of the half.  Mondays and Wednesdays with the Runner's World people are a little challenging, as their group runs (so far rewarding) rarely call for more than 3.5m and I have my stuff with me, so I can't just run home.

Today is a rest day, and then tomorrow sees another long run - a race, in fact.  10m against my dad in Chicago.  Care to place a wager?  (Hint: odds are against the old guy with the hamstring injury.)


  1. I remember that stretch of prairie path quite well from my high school running days. Did you see any flashers?

  2. Do you know, between that stretch of Prairie Path and this other flasher-friendly path near the Art Museum in Philly I used to run all the time, I've never seen a flasher. When I realized that I had a very brief flash of "Oh, what have I missed?" before I realized that's a very, very good thing!