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"

Monday, May 21, 2012

Dear trail/ultra race directors,

Your volunteers are all awesome and amazing, but please tell them to shake the pop before they put it out for runners. The sugar and the caffeine are amazing, but the carbonation is terrible for our stomachs.

And yeah - by pop I mean "carbonated brown coca-cola type beverage." So I talk funny... I'm from the midwest. Please also tell the volunteers this so they don't act like I'm speaking a foreign language when I ask for it!



  1. Soda. I lived in New England until I was 7, and then my family moved to far western New York state (which may as well be the midwest) and everyone said "pop" and thought I was a freak for saying "soda." But that's what it is. Soda.

  2. Is that the complicated method they use to defizz? I have been wondering! :)

    I said pop growing up but somehow switched to soda.

  3. I first read this as "shake the poop" and I got REALLY confused.

  4. Do you want me to shake up some pop for you on Saturday?

    1. Yes, please. Coke, please. Where will you be spectating?

    2. I'm most likely going to be lazy and do miles 1 and then 8.5/9. Then meander up to the finish line at some point, looking for beer. I'll probably be wearing my Beer Run shirt.