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 3, 2012

Things I don't get, 2012 edition

Here's what I don't get (today):

I love running. I really do. If I could, I would take it behind a middle school and get it pregnant. And then I would even marry it. I love going out and running. I love having an hour or so each day to be alone with my thoughts, or (better) together with friends. I love the feeling of knowing that I did something for myself, both the physical feeling and the smug mental feeling, too.

So why, given that I love running so much, why is it that I procrastinate about it so badly? Why do I have so many, many excuses for why I can't run today... or tomorrow... or right this minute?


  1. It is because changing into running clothes is a pain in the ass. The simple act of being cold for a second and having to put a sports bra on seems to be my primary running procrastination enabler.

    That and, oh yeah, the internetz.

  2. Even the things we love the most, we can't be with 24/7. but we still love them very very much :-)

  3. When you find the answer will you tell me? Because I've been trying to find the answer for years. I think it is like try to answer what is the meaning of life. I have no fucking clue.


  4. I barely ever comment on blogposts (and RSS makes it easier for me to forget such things as comments exist ^^) but damn do I feel your pain on this one!

  5. Oh, sweet paradoxical running love. Sigh.

    Nevermind about that. I love that you quoted Tracy Jordan.