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"

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Counting my blessings

I am SO lucky to have friends who let me disappear for a couple of hours while on vacation to run.

More importantly, I am SO lucky to have a body that lets me take off and run 11 miles because I want to.

Nothing profound today, just a moment of gratitude. Sometimes I forget and I take for granted that even though I'm slow, I'm capable.


  1. I envy you at the moment. 11 painfree miles. Thank your body for being capable!

  2. How can you forget you are capable? You have done many marathons, some not too far apart.

  3. awesome. thanks for the reminder to be grateful.