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, December 9, 2010


I haven't run in two weeks.

I could give you all sorts of excuses: I'm getting over the marathons! It's that point in the semester where I'm not even sleeping, let alone eating!  It's too cold for shorts, but I couldn't find my tights!

Truth be told, I've wanted to run, but I just haven't.  And I've been okay with that.

But that ends today.  Today, I'm going running.  I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.


  1. I haven't run in 4 1/2 weeks, since the marathon. Okay, that's not entirely true. I ran a mile last Tuesday. The calf wouldn't give me more that one lousy mile. I'm working on it. It sucks.

    Ergo, don't feel bad. And if you do, you can always pick up swimming. ;)

  2. I haven't run since September. Beat that.

  3. Christel, I can't pick up swimming. I don't know how. Pathetic, right?

    And Sarah? Give me time. I didn't run for something like a year before. You'll be back once you're more in control of your knee nonsense.