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"

Monday, December 27, 2010


Do you know what it's like to be tortured?

I don't, not really.  Not like these wax figures at the Museum of the Inquisition in Lima.

But still, I feel like I'm being tortured right now.  I haven't run this entire Christmas holiday.

Just maybe a week or so ago, I got an email from a friend asking if I knew anything about stabilicers.  Ha ha ha! I said.  I've never been in a position where I couldn't run because of snow or ice!

Serves you right, Tracy.  Idiot.

Promptly thereafter, I left for my Christmas holiday with my family in Chicago.  Wouldn't you know, I didn't even bring any indoor running clothes - that's how confident I was that I would be running outside every day while I was home.  I mean, I love cold weather running!  It's Chicago! In December! What could possibly go wrong?  And then, this whole weekend, a combination of snow, ice, sickness, and family parties have conspired to keep me indoors.

I did run.  Once this weekend.  I ran on the treadmill.  It was miserable.  I hated every second of it.  I emailed a friend afterwards and said, "Given the choice of running on a treadmill or not running, I should skip the run - every time."  It was that bad.

And then, to add insult to injury, Snowmageddon 2010 hit the east coast and I got trapped in Chicago.  I'm still here right now, losing faith that my plane will be taking off as scheduled.  I should have been back in New York a full day ago.  And counting....


  1. Ouch! That sucks! Fingers crossed for that plane to take off. That is, if it's safe to fly...

  2. Maybe cabin fever / forced layoff will give you your running mojo back? Get home safely!

  3. YES! And fucking snowmageddon skipped DC, and we only had light flurries all day and nothing would stick. I wanted a day off from work, damn it. It hit south of us, and north of us. Meanwhile, I'm the idiot at work :(