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, January 31, 2012

Radio silence

The bad news: Last night, I went to bed around 4:30am. That's been happening a lot lately. For no good reason; I'm just anxious and this turns into sleeplessness. When my alarm went off this morning at 5:30, I was ready to go running - luckily Emilie had the good sense to suggest I go back to sleep instead.

The good news: If I go out running now, I only have to run 19.7 miles today in order to meet my B-goal of 100 miles for the month.



  1. I hope you can start getting rest soon!!! And WOW. 19 miles shy of 100 for the month? That is pretty freaking amazing if I may so!

  2. I know I told you this already, but I only managed to put about 50 miles on the books this month. Only 550 more for the year, LOLZ!!1! Seriously, though, 81 miles is nothing to scoff at. And if you insist on being disappointed, just remember that you have 11 months left to make up those last 19.

    Also I'm not sure why I've been commenting with my blogger ID this whole time. Name/URL would have made much more sense.

  3. So, uh, how was your 20 miler this morning? Ha ha ha ha ha!

  4. OK, I thought that comment was funny, but now I feel like a douchebag. If it makes you feel any better, I only ran 45 miles this month! 45! A full 55 miles short of your B goal! And 81 puts you on track for 1,000 for the year, in what is possibly the hardest month to run consistently (dark, cold, more dark... kill me now).