- Friday: rest
- Saturday: 13.1m at Grete's Great Gallop
- Sunday: 9.3m
- Monday: rest
- Tuesday: 6m in Central Park with Renee. I forgot how awesome an early morning run/girl talk session can be.
- Wednesday: rest
- Thursday: rest. Taper, right?
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"