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, June 25, 2012


Lots of news out of Eugene this weekend. For instance, there was a dead heat in the women's 100m for third place. Like, exactly a tie. Like, Allyson Felix and Jeneba Tarmoh both ran the exact same time (to the thousandth of a second) and now get to choose between a coin toss and a run-off.

There are very specific instructions for the coin toss:

...each athlete shall face each other and the USATF representative shall bend his or her index finger at a 90 degree angle to his or her thumb, allowing the coin to rest on his or her thumb. In one single action, the USATF representative shall toss the coin into the air, allowing the coin to fall to the ground.

That's only a small part of the instructions. They're worth a read. Frankly, I don't really get the 100m race. I mean, how do you show off your endurance in a race that lasts less than 12 seconds?

But because I am self centered, the real running news in my world isn't the Olympic Trials, but the fact that I have a bad, bad cold. I'm basically living out the movie Contagion. Still, jet lag forced me up at a rather obscene hour yesterday morning and I headed to Brooklyn to meet Emilie (read her take on the whole phenomenon of "chicking" - I agree completely).

It was a crappy run, frankly. My right leg was unusually tight with some pain behind my knee and I couldn't get into a groove of any sort. It wasn't until I got back to Emilie's apartment that I figured out why:

Notice anything? That's what happens when you get dressed in the dark: a brand new Brooks Ravenna 3 (drop: 10mm) on my right foot, and a well loved Saucony Omni (drop: 12mm) on my left. So basically I'm like the princess and the pea and I notice even a 2mm difference in my legs.

In a final bit of (quite outdated) running news, remember when Jedward bandited the LA Marathon? Of course you're all huge fans of the Irish identical twins, right? No? But you must love their hit "Lipstick," right? And their hair?

Fine. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to embed the video of my latest obsession:


  1. I hate the Ravenna. That. Is. All.

  2. That would be my second pair of my most favorite shoes ever, the Brooks Ravenna 3.

    I think the Kinvara is one of the worst shoes ever ever and I don't get how many runners orgasm all over those miserable things. To each his own.

  3. 1. is that two boys or the magic of film cloning them?
    2. I heart the Brooks Launch and am very disappointed it's being discontinued. Maybe I should try the Ravennna. But on both feet.

  4. I wonder what happens if the index finger is bent at a 95 degree angle...

  5. I ran LA and saw Jedward, but didn't know who they were. I just thought they were your average costumed twins. Even though costumed runners are seen as not being serious, you can't deny that the average spectator loves them. There were lots of photos of Jedward on flickr.

    1. There's so much about this I love: "your average costumed twins," that you saw them on the course, their hair, that no Americans know who they are...