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"

Friday, March 4, 2011

Having a blog is kind of a narcissistic endeavor, don't you think? Like, not only am I writing about myself, but I'm being vain enough to assume that there are people out there - at least one or two - who want to read about me. But I'm not kidding myself; you want to read about running.

The world of running (or, at least, my world of running) has been fairly quiet as of late. Aside from a 5k this weekend, I don't have any winter races on the table. I'm not training for Boston. Since Meb wasn't invited to run Boston, I haven't even heard anything exciting from the world of elite racing. (True fact I just learned: Meb and I are both Tauruses with May birthdays. However, I think horoscopes are completely and totally meaningless. So meaningless that I can't even bear to make a "You'd think that my starsign could have gotten me to share some of his talent!" jokes.)

Every now and then, I'm tempted to blog about my personal life. You know, the one that's mostly absent from my blog, mentioned only in passing? That one. I'm tempted to share my thoughts on fashion, on cute boys, on how I spend my day when I'm not running or thinking about running.

Or I'm tempted to bitch about work. My job isn't more annoying than most people's, but it does have its share of annoyingness. Trust me, it does.

But I don't write about those things, at least not more than in passing. I'd love to say it's because I have a super-secret job, or an amazing, fast-paced private life.

Nope. I'm pretty much as boring as they come. I live in one of the most exciting cities in the world, and yet I spend my evenings staying up late to watch Drop Dead Diva on netflix (it's funnier than you'd think!). See? If I were to share my private life, I'd lose even the last one or two of you.

What's the point of this, you ask?

Right now, my non-blog life absolutely sucks. I'm not going to drag you down into why, but for reasons both personal and professional these next few months promise to be long and annoying. I'm totally fine physically and emotionally - do not consider this a plea for an outpouring of emotional support. Everything is fine and there's no need to be concerned or to keep me in your thoughts. Things are just particularly tedious.

Maybe that's why, as was pointed out to me earlier this week when I was out to dinner with a friend, I "do drink a lot of beer lately." It's not that much beer. Not really. I swear.


  1. sometimes I like being boring :) I'd be happy to drink some beer or wine with you soon though - let's make a plan!

  2. No matter what others might say...alcohol does do the trick. ;) Who cares if you need a little extra now to make you feel 'jolly'. ;)

  3. It's good to take a break (or be boring)! Good luck with sorting out your things!

  4. 1) boring is fine; 2) so is jolly! 3) I missed the little bit in there about Coogans! Did you get up and roll outside at 8:45 to run it? I had fun, always love that race, and who cares about rain when it's 50 degrees? ANYWAY you should sign up for the 13.1 5k (or the 13.1, whatever, but I'm doing the 5k part) or the Run for the Wild and we'll get together, woo!

  5. I hope things get better for you in your personal life. When things are shitty for me, I tend to be quiet on my blog. And spend a lot of time feeling whiny at home ;)

    And we are all certainly a bit narcissistic!

  6. Thanks, everyone...
    @Mz. Duffy: I did run Coogan's, for what it's worth. I wanted to think that the Cupid's Chase 5k was a bad fluke, but evidently it was an early wake up call to my fitness level and I chose to ignore it. I had such a miserable race this morning! When I got your comment it was pretty funny - my immediate instinct was to look up both of the races in order to sign up. I had to stop myself. I *need* to stop doing these races that I'm not prepared for that are meaningless!

  7. Maybe I should have dragged you over to the peanut butter festival, or some amazing french toast, for a bit of a less tedious weekend...

    I expect you here in DC soon. And Manila, of course...

  8. I suggest eating some additional oats and wearing yoga pants for the blog - that will absolutely make you feel chirpier!

    In all seriousness...momma said there would be months like this. The beauty of growing older, among the things that are not beautiful, is perspective. It comes in extraordinarily helpful when things are annoying/troubling/boring/downright awful.

    And the beauty of a blog is that by airing the "months like this," you get reminded that everyone is in that same boat. :)