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"

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

New plan: win London Marathon

And then THIS will happen:

I guess there's an article or something that goes along with this photo. I don't know; I didn't get much beyond that familiar shock of red hair.


  1. Sounds doable. Plus, Harry will instantly fall in love with you, marry you and then you will have your own Barbie doll like Kate & William do. Sounds like a plan to me.

  2. Then again - I could always look into ways to get a head start on that Barbie doll thing if that would make you pace me in that ultra thingie. ;)

  3. I'll pace you! What are the details?
    But I'm not looking to MARRY the prince, if you know what I mean... :)

  4. Just take the guy for a test drive, uh-huh. ;)