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"

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Winners (and not-so-winners)

First, a loser: ME. I want to run with Frank Shorter, badly. So I entered the contest I mentioned last week. If you go here, you can see my sad little picture in 11th place (as of right now).

The picture is this one, created for me by my friends Samantha and Jules:


If you're so inclined, would you mind voting for me? You do have to install an app via facebook, but it's an innocuous one, I promise.

At the time when I decided to enter, the winner was somewhat stagnant at ~1k votes. Now she's above 2k and gaining rapidly. Still, despite having little statistical chance of winning, I don't want to lose. You can vote every day. As we say in my hometown, vote early and vote often.

And then, a winner: The winner (ahem, and only entry: take note, runningskirts.com) of my contest last week is Run, Chelle, Run. Email me your address and I'll send the "bra" to you! (My email is on the right side of my blog.)
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