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, July 15, 2010
Notes from the gym
-Without fail, every single time I get on the treadmill and crank the incline to anything over 10%, there will within a few minutes be a girl on the treadmill immediately next to me doing the same. I think girls at my gym are competitive. This makes me laugh.
-I saw a gentleman, dressed in running clothes, take a treadmill diagonal from me a few days ago. He got on the treadmill and stretched... and stretched... and stretched for about 10 minutes. Everything about him said "serious runner," from the clothes to the build to the shoes. He proceeded to start running, and I watched do his first couple of miles... at a 12 minute mile pace. Just goes to show you: Tracy, you are judgmental.