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 3, 2010

You know it. I know it.

It's that week.
Wake me up on 8 November, okay?

4 comments:

  1. just seeing that pic made my heart race. i hear ya!! hope you rock sunday!

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  2. Just found your blog from Fit Chick in the City. I'm so glad I did! Wishing you fast legs this weekend! You've got this!

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