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, August 9, 2012

Ask and ye shall receive

You google for it, I provide results: Galen Rupp shirtless. With Mo Farah (courtesy of his tweets).


There is a lot about this photo I don't understand. Maybe now that they're gold and silver medalists, Nike can pop for a second ice bath tank? And do they always bring a photographer with them into the bathroom?

Excuse me while I go look at some Ryan Hall naked to cleanse my palate.

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    1. It's one of those "smell this! isn't this gross?" sorts of things where once I'd seen it, I *had* to share it.

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  2. My sincere thanks for NOT linking to the naked Ryan Hall again. Although, having said that, it's not like the image isn't burned onto my brain already.

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  3. So two really bony guys walk into an ice bath together...

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  4. Why, oh why, did I click on this? Now I'm going to have to google pix of hearts and flowers and fat cooing babies taking baths. Alone.

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