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, August 5, 2011

I know it's a disappointment, but...

I will not be participating in the Jamaica Underwear Run tonight.

I know, I know: most of you will probably be devastated that you won't be able to tune in on Monday to see pictures of me in my underwear,* but I screwed up the dates and I have my monthly book club meeting tonight. I'm also so inundated with work that I probably won't be able to go to my book club, either.

So if anyone wants to run it, pretend you're me and collect my registration packet. I think you get free boxers at the end! The Naked Cowboy will be there!

*This is basically what I would have looked like. Totally, right? I even own that outfit! (Okay, maybe not. But I have some twine, pink underwears, and a piercing facial expression.)


  1. Maybe I will try your idea...I wonder what you would get in the registration packet? I don't think you are given bibs.

  2. Coming to book club is the only thing that will make this acceptable. Think of the wine and the cheese!