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"

Monday, August 22, 2011

Now, on this week's agenda...

Long run Tuesday!! YAY!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!

That's the special holiday you get to celebrate if you:
     a) bail on your Sunday long run
     b) are pretending this is a good thing while secretly kind of dreading it
     c) are anxious about not having had a solid run longer than ~13m in ages
     d) are me
     e) all of the above

Yep, I bailed on yesterday's long run. I met Tara and Jenny, intending to do three loops of Central Park. I made it one loop - barely. The weather was bad (hot and humid), but mostly it was that I was bad. I try to use the "what would you do if it was race day?" barometer to convince myself to suck it up on days like this, but yesterday one of the rare days where the answer was "you'd consider DNF'ing and probably just end up walking like 25 miles of the race." I was beat. I went home and took a nap while they ran.

I also skipped my run on Friday, though. I'd planned to go out in the evening, and I was in my running clothes dressed to leave when the sky darkened with a severe thunderstorm warning. I had just read an article about severe thunderstorm warnings, and I just got this sickening sense that running in the rain was okay, but running in a severe thunderstorm was stupid. I asked my brother what to do, and he told me that if I went running, he'd play "If I Die Young" at my funeral (I told you The Band Perry was stuck in my head lately!).

So, tomorrow. Long Run Tuesday. More celebratory photos to pretend I'm cool with it.


  1. Yo, I'll join you for 4-5 of those miles if any of this joyous celebration takes place post-6PM!

  2. Tracy, you are so friggin awesome. Seriously.

  3. Yay! Happy long run Tuesday eve!

  4. I love this post because I could have written it myself. It makes me feel less lonely! Seriously, I can relate to pretty much everything you said here. It will get better, though, I swear (and I also have to tell myself this, because otherwise it's just too depressing)!