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.

  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.

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

  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.