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

Thank the lord

My friend from NH pointed out to me that I used a picture of Mt. Washington, Oregon in my last post.  Because I am an idiot who doesn't google well.

This is good, because I then had my first "I can't do this" anxiety dream about the race last night after putting together that post.

Whew.

Corrected:


Still kinda scary, but not as bad.
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