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"

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I'm okay.

Brooklyn's response to the
storm. It says, "FU Sany." (sic)
I weathered the storm (haha, get it?) until it blew over last night (again, I'm so funny). My part of Brooklyn was largely unaffected. We had bad winds but no power outages. Having no working subway at present is inconvenient, but I don't have to go back to work again until Thursday, so that's a problem for Future Tracy to figure out.

A problem for Present Tracy is: when can I safely run outdoors again? How worried should I be about falling trees? Two of the (fortunately few) hurricane deaths in NYC were people walking their dog this morning.

Running clothes can double as storm gawking clothes.
Provisions. I also bought some food. And
some more beer.



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  1. Glad to hear you weathered the storm okay!

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  2. Did you run yesterday? I've been wondering the same thing about how dangerous it is/isn't, and took it as a bad sign that the park was closed...but it also looked like there were a ton of people there biking and running anyway. So I'm curious to know what you did!

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