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, June 21, 2011

amazing, amazing, amazing, AMAZING!!!

This actually happened, I swear.

On Sunday, I set out for a 14m long run. My runs last week were... weak. I was feeling the two races I did the weekend before, and this meant that on Sunday my legs were tense and a lot of the run was kind of a struggle. The 14 mile distance was slightly arbitrary, but once I'd come up with it I wanted to stick to it. Just because. I was also doing it by myself, all alone, so I wanted to make sure I was okay doing a long run alone.

Now, something you may or may not know about me: my favorite movie is Silence of the Lambs. Sure, sure, you say. Many people like that movie. Well, I kind of love that movie. I own it on VHS, DVD, and digital. I've watched it hundreds of times. Maybe more. I pretty much have about 80% of the movie memorized. In fact, this is what passes for art in my apartment:

So, back to my run on Sunday. I'm about 12.5m into my run, and I'm struggling. It's close enough to the end of the run that I'm not going to stop, obviously, but things are difficult. I have two giant blisters that feel like knives piercing my toes. My calf muscles are tense. I see a hill up ahead.

Just then, over my back shoulder, I see something flitting about and then into view. It's a moth! "Oh, like Silence of the Lambs," I say to myself (like I do every time I see a lepidoptera). "No, dumbass Tracy, it's a butterfly." But then a second later an actual moth flew by, and the voice inside my head said, "Acherontia styx - the death's head moth. Somebody grew this guy... somebody loved him."



But then - this is where it gets weird. Just then, that very second as my head went off on a reel of movie quotes, "Goodbye horses" by Q. Lazzarus began to play from my ipod. This link (sadly, I coudn't embed it) will take you to the infamous and familiar movie scene where the song is featured. NSFW.

And that gave me just what I needed to finish my run, all serial killer style!


  1. I know you are not an inherently creepy person, Tracy, but this almost creeps me out. I've read SOL, the book. Do I get street cred? Have you actually watched it HUNDREDS of times? I'm just asking. Also, have you ever shelled fava beans, because I did, in the spirit of the movie, and it was a huge pain in the ass.

  2. Of course I've read the book, I forgot! But I didn't like it.

    Sadly, I think I probably have watched the movie hundreds of times. At least more than a hundred, anyway. Figure it this way: I saw it in the theater with my mother when it came out (I was in junior high). It's been out 20 years, which means I've only had to watch it 5x a year or so.

    Also important: I grew up in the suburbs, meaning that watching SotL was pretty much the pinnacle of parentally acceptable excitement in high school. And also, it's usually the only movie on my ipad/iphone/computer at any given moment, meaning that out of boredom on planes/trains/buses I'll start watching it.

    I'm not a very big movie fan so I don't watch many movies, but for some reason it's been the one movie that I watch, and rewatch.



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  5. Clicked 'post' too soon. What I wanted to say is that you did just scare the shit out of me. Silence of the Lambs creeps me out. But I'm a wimp, so you might want to ignore that.

  6. This post made me wanna tuck my dick between my legs and run 14 miles!

  7. Your post reminded me of a Silence of Lamb moment (I agree, great movie) I had a few weeks ago!! Had a meeting with a person that was a little Buffalo Billish. He kept complimenting me on my skin -- the rest of the appointment all I kept hearing in my head is "It rubs the lotion on its skin" over and over and over again.

  8. BTW - I just posted the comment above but can only post under anonymous! WAH!

    Bridget - 5crazygreys.blogspot.com

  9. Bridget, your comment is my all time favorite, because when the first one came in anonymous, I was like, "THIS IS SO CREEPY AND AWESOME THAT AN ANONYMOUS STRANGER IS LEAVING COMMENTS ABOUT THEIR SKIN!!"

    But yeah, that's totally weird that he would comment on your skin. I mean, once, maybe, if you have fabulous skin. But several times? Definitely weird.