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 8, 2012

The Flying Monkey Marathon

Today is Wednesday, 8 August, and the lottery for the Flying Monkey Marathon has just closed.

And my name was not entered into it.

That makes the second hard-to-get-into fall marathon I've had a guaranteed entry into that I've instead chosen not to enter. (I had a guaranteed entry to this year's Monkey as a result of finishing last year's, and I had a guaranteed entry to NYCM as a result of doing last year's 9+1.)

That is okay by me.
Okay, no it's actually not.

Maybe I'll run the Brooklyn Marathon instead. Or maybe I'll sit on my couch eating ice cream.

All I know for sure is that I've run these two races the past two years, and it's time to take a break.

For now. Maybe next year?


  1. I'll join you in sitting on the couch, eating ice cream, if you're looking for a training partner...

  2. But you are still doing the 50K? I don't think that's a break! :)

  3. Just a break from those races! No worries. Not a *real* break.

    And you guys are on for an ice cream party. For sure.