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, January 3, 2015

Back me up here

I can't be the only who spontaneously signed up for a marathon because it's the first of the year, can I?


  1. Hahaha I did too! Great minds...?

  2. Porto Alegre! In Brazil, in June. Plane tickets and hotel reserved! Now, to begin training...