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"

Thursday, May 10, 2012

On the horizon

Remember last year, when I debated whether or not I should run the Brooklyn Half the day before the Dirty German 25k?

Last year, I decided to do the Dirty German 25k only.

I'm having the same dilemma this year. And I'll probably make the same decision this time. I'm definitely doing the Dirty German - how can I resist running a race with some of my favorite people in the world?

But I have bibs for both.*



These are the things that keep me up at night. My life is so hard (melodramatic sigh).

*In other words, I have a spare bib for the Brooklyn Half. I mean, of course I can't do anything with it, because that would be against the rules. So if you have been looking for a bib, do NOT contact me at the email address in the right side bar because I like to abide by all of the rules.
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3 comments:

  1. laurenFri May 11, 10:28:00 AM EDT

    check out that sexy st. pauli girl. rawr!

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  2. KateKirkMon May 14, 08:43:00 AM EDT

    Please study this before the weekend: http://www.gastroscout.com/woc/dirtcrap.cfm

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