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"

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

I can't do it.

I've been trying to write a race report to cover the Flying Monkey Marathon, and I just can't.

It was just a fun race.  I loved it.  I hope to do it again next year.  Will that suffice?

Actually, I don't feel much like writing about running at all right now.  Chances are good that it'll get better over the weekend; maybe it won't.

So, instead of a race report, I offer you a picture of me holding a turkey from Thanksgiving a few years ago.  (I think it's actually a Christmas turkey.  I don't remember.)


Happy Thanksgiving!

5 comments:

  1. LOL! Your face in that picture! And that poor turkey...

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  2. I didn't think they celebrated Thxgiving in Egypt. But hell, people do a lot of weird things. Happy Thanksgiving to you!

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  3. They don't actually celebrate Thanksgiving unless there's a rowdy group of Americans on a dig who buy turkeys and make them feed them to us while drinking copious amounts of wine, to the confusion of all of the locals.

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  4. "It was just a fun race. I loved it. I hope to do it again next year. Will that suffice?"

    Yes. Nothing wrong with a little brevity. Glad you enjoyed the race. :)

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  5. Thank you :)
    I actually tried several times to write it, and then I realized it was either a NOVEL, or three sentences. So I went with the latter (obviously).

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