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.
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4 comments:

  1. Silly Girl RunningWed Apr 25, 10:35:00 AM EDT

    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.

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  2. Silly Girl RunningWed Apr 25, 10:37:00 AM EDT

    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. ;)

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  3. TWed Apr 25, 10:47:00 AM EDT

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

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  4. Silly Girl RunningThu Apr 26, 11:03:00 AM EDT

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

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