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, March 9, 2012

Things I've read that you should read, too

In other words, "I don't have anything to say about my running because I'm totally stuck in a plateau but I don't want you to think I've died, or that I don't care about my blog, so instead I'll offer a cop out 'post' and hope you don't notice that it's not a post."

Any suggestions for things I should write about to keep my little blog from going gentle into that good night?


  1. I think you should write about how pumped you are to be coming up to the Great White North for Around the Bay.

  2. Yeah. About that. I'm still coming, no worries, and I'm finishing the race. But my training - um, yeah. Um. Uh.

    Although I fear my cats would need some kitty body glide for their swaying kitty FUPAs.

  4. I'm in love with the Luther insult generator. Thanks for posting it; that was one angry dude.