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"

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

No.

I chose going out for drinks and sushi with a friend I haven't seen in a while last night over writing up a race report.  So you'll have to wait until tomorrow for the stunning details of the Flying Monkey Marathon.  My report tomorrow morning can be a Thanksgiving weekend gift to you.  Until then...

One of the (many) post-marathon "congratulations now buy some stuff" emails I've gotten from the NYRR since the marathon ended:


While it's true that my riesling has to suffer the indignity of being served in a tumbler I borrowed from a monastery (instead of fine, Tiffany China), I think I'm good.

6 comments:

  1. Have you seen the price of those things? Insane!

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  2. I'm kind of afraid I did. Evidently when Betsy, Ian, Trent, and I all stood in the same place drinking beer for a few quick minutes, an unseen force was created and computer shit blew up.

    Mike, you must come and do the race next year. Have you thought about it?

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  3. you did THREE marathons in two months?? Jesus, woman.

    I think my company needs to get in on the marathon exploits. What are your thoughts on a NYCM commemorative swimming pool?

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  4. I think... ULS skinny dipping party?

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  5. works for me! I will need about 7 cocktails before I go bare-ass though.

    Just kidding, it's like half a glass of wine.

    Just kidding I'M NEKKID RIGHT NOW!

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