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, February 7, 2011

And the cycle continues...

Yeah, my real name is Theresa. Tracy is a nickname.


  1. So jealous...so jealous! I would love to run through charity, but have no clue which one to pick...

  2. Oh I so wish to run this race. I just don't feel confident to sign up for another one until I can get over my injury cycle which is making me ever-loving freaking INSANE.

  3. Addict! I'm foregoing my guaranteed entry this year in favor of getting faster and training better for next year (maybe). I would gladly give mine up somebody who needs it, but you know, lifetime disqualification...