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"
holding my breath for when I register for MCM in a few weeks.
ReplyDeleteUnless they've changed registration, you just have to be quick on the draw for that one, right? But if you miss it, you can always just pick up a bib. Gotta love legal transfers! (I'm thinking about MCM this year. I'm also thinking about eating ice cream for lunch AND dinner, so...)
DeleteHis girlfriend looks like she could be his sister. That's always a bit creepy, no matter how attractive the couple.
ReplyDeleteYes. Thank you. Yes.
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