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, June 4, 2010

Week in review

  • Friday: rest, in preparation for...
  • Saturday:  Soldier Field 10M
  • Sunday:  Hair of the dog: another blizzard
  • Monday: 3.33 with my dad and his golden retriever.
  • Tuesday: 3.04 with my dad.  No dog.  Brutal heat and legs that still feel dead.  I know, I'll cherish this bonding time someday when he's old.  He looked pretty old out there running today, ha ha ha!
  • Wednesday: rest.
  • Thursday: stayed up too late getting grades in and unpacking.
Whew - this week was rough and my mileage is pathetic.  Exhaustion and heat (thankfully not together) hit me like a sack of potatoes and I'm beat.  I've been kind of bummed about how painfully hard my runs have been this week, but then my doctor called me the other day to tell me to start taking my iron, now.  My ferritin is low again, go figure.


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