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"

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Links!

I still don't have anything to say, so read this stuff instead:

In case all of your facebook/twitter friends haven't posted this in your feed already... the Onion reports on marathon runners. Yeah, we all know that guy. Many of us are that guy.

This race in Prospect Park is in my hood in a couple of weeks and they're giving pint glasses at the finish. You should do it!

If you care, you probably already know all of this, but here are the air times for the Olympic track and field events so you don't have to watch any of that crappy swimming and gymnastics to get to the running.

Brooke has some awesome commentary on Born to Run and barefoot running. Read it.

1 comment:

  1. Got nothing here. Haven't run since I tore a disc in my lower back in December. Am really soft and fluffy and feeling guilty about it. But, I'm not going to do anything about it until I get back from this wickedly, stupidly, awesome vacation I'm making happen for my little girls. Come September, however, I'm gonna have to learn to run again. The anticipatory pain is daunting. Gulp.

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