Check it out. I'll wait, just go and check it out.
Finally, it's here: the black magic all marathoners dream of.
I have only just begun training, and yet this sorcerer's website can tell me that the weather on 7 November, 2010, in New York City, the day of the marathon, will be: high of 54, low of 46, with a chance of some light rain showers. PERFECT.
Worried about Chicago? Well, never fear. If you believe the stats they've posted on their website, it's 83% likely that it will be high of 59, low of 38, partly cloudy and cool. ALSO PERFECT.
MY QUEST TO QUALIFY NOT JUST FOR THE OLYMPIC TRIALS BUT FOR THE 2016 OLYMPICS IN THE MARATHON (to do this I will need to halve my marathon time)
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"
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