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, February 24, 2011

Nightrunning, by the numbers

Time at which I left for last night's run: 6:20pm (pitch black out)

New running partners accompanying me: 1

Miles run: 4.5

Rats almost tripped over: 2

Bikers who didn't see us because we we wearing all black: 2 (although only 1 was rude to us)

Times I was called sexy: only 1, disappointingly

Showerbeers consumed post-run: almost ZERO! There was no beer in the house! (Fear not; my groceries were delivered slightly later and more beer arrived, bringing this number up to 1)

Don't judge me based on an iphone photo of my groceries, okay?


  1. 2 rats? 2? Seriously...I read this post right before heading out for my run (it's evening here already)...and I just kept looking for freaky creatures hopping around. Thanks. ;)

  2. I think being called sexy ONCE is a big deal!!! :)

  3. Do you live at a frat house? Those groceries look familiar.

  4. I love the term (and the idea of) showerbeer! Awesome! :)

  5. If you haven't tried the showerbeer, you must! Life's simple pleasures!