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"

Thursday, June 10, 2010


Next week on this blog will have a theme:

All Mt. Washington.  Every day.  As I psych myself out up.

CORRECTED.  See this new post for why this picture is maybe a little too intimidating.  (In other words, yes, I know that I'm showing the wrong freaking mountain.)

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