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June 08, 2008

First run after the Seaford half: pain is inevitable, suffering is optional

I ran today, an easy five-miler towards the end of the day to Splash Point and back.
Time: 49:25
Distance: 4.93
Pace: 10.01
Those are the Garmin's figures. By way of contrast, the SportBand thought I ran 5.33 miles at an average pace of 8.33 minutes per mile.

In other running news, I was intrigued by an extract in the Guardian Review from Haruki Murakami's book on running, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. I can never remember what I think or talk about while running, let alone write a book about it. I've never read any of Murakami's novels, but I may try this one.

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    10k: Brighton Reebok 10k, November 20, 2005 0:45:25
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  • χαιρέτε νικὠμεν
    χαιρέτε νικὠμεν means "Greetings, we've won" and are the words attributed by Plutarch and Lucian to the runner who brought news of victory at the battle of Marathon to the people of Athens. They both wrote some six hundred years after the battle and the story is unlikely. Herodotus, who was closer to events, writes of a runner called Pheidippides who ran from Athens to Sparta to ask for help before the battle, but says nothing of a run to tell the Athenians of the victory. "So, when Persia was dust, all cried, 'To Akropolis!
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