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, June 15, 2010

Mt. Washington Road Race (redux redux)

A good friend of mine just graduated from law school at UVA and will shortly be moving back to New Hampshire, where she grew up, to take a clerkship.  She's been following my Mt. Washington "training" since it was just a pipe dream a few years ago.

She sent me a text message with a picture attached the other day:

In case you can't make it out, that's a bumper sticker reading: "The driver of this car RAN up Mt. Washington."  It's a clever play on the bumper stickers that read: "This car climbed Mt. Washington."

Well, well, well... that text message was followed the next day by another: "When is the Mt. Washington lottery?  Should I enter for next year?"

Yes!  Yes!  The Mt. Washington lottery allows you to enter as an all-or-nothing group.  They swear that it doesn't decrease your chances, but if one member of your group gets in, you all do.  So we'll be a group in next year's lottery.

Anyone else want to join us?

1 comment:

  1. This sounds like torture! I admire people that put themselves through this, but there's no way I have the courage to do the same myself. I bet a few of my running buddies would be all over this though!