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, April 29, 2011


Hahahaha, just kidding.

However, I will share with you part of an email I got the other day:

It was an accident, I swear! I got an email from a friend that he had just entered, but he said that you could only enter with a UK address. I didn't think that sounded right so I went to the website and before you know it, there you go. Twenty minutes later the lottery closed.

Of course it's all moot, since my chances of getting in are roughly the same as my chances of marrying Prince Harry.


  1. Ha! It would be a hoot if both of us got in. ;)

    And, Harry is the fun prince. I'll take him over William any day. ;)

  2. But would you really want to do a transatlantic flight before a marathon?

  3. I always said if I was going to go to Europe to run, I'd run this one:

  4. William looks more like Charles every day. Harry is a goofy pasty gingy, but he's debatably the hotter prince now. Good luck on the lottery! If it's anything like NY you're in for sure, right?

  5. Hmmm... wine....
    I'm less worried about the transatlantic flight before than I am the one after. PSA: stay hydrated, don't sleep, and walk around a lot on the flight to prevent blood clots!