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"

Friday, November 16, 2012

I'm totally doing this.

Seriously, how funny and awesome is this race? Or not race. I don't know how to describe it - but hopefully I'll see you out there in February (you have several months to train).

While you're waiting for your race registration to be confirmed, go make sure you've read the NYTimes profile piece on the Welsch sisters. Is it me, or does the Times harp on their girliness? The piece is full of odd descriptors that paint a scene of tiny, delicate cuteness. I see where the author was going and the point he was trying to make, but I still feel like young boys competing at their level wouldn't be described in such oddly diminutive terms.


  1. Not only will I do this race, I'll submit my results to the BAA.

  2. I know this isn't the point of the article, but " The bikes for her and her sister are worth about $5,500." Gah. Which they'll outgrow in a few years at that.

    The article is sort of sad. The older girl says running gives her life a meaning, and And I say, ‘I have races on the weekend, so of course I can’t spend the night.’ I don’t have that many friends at school because of that reason.”
    Sounds like a sad life for a 12 year old, no matter how much fun you're having.

    1. I noticed that about the bikes, too.
      I can't decide how I feel about the article - on one hand, the dad is a jackass who's pushing his daughters too hard. On the other hand, that's definitely what the author wants you to think, and I had to wonder if there was any spin on it.