I'M NO DEACON BLUES

Now that I'm writing again I've looked over past blog entries. It seems I enjoy writing about hope and achievement and doing better than expected. About the opposites, not so much.

Last year I wrote on the eve of Grete's Great Gallup that I hoped to do better than my dismal performance 12 months before. I didn't. It was worse. But you'll not find anything about my 10 minute mile 11 here. Similarly, I'd written about high expectations before the Disney 2010 Marathon. Nothing, however, about running out of steam barely half way through and wondering how I was going to negotiate 12 miles with no energy. The answerby the way: Extremely slowly.

This Summer, I loved writing on facebook about both my softball teams' long winning streaks. "I've forgotten what it's like to lose," I commented in 1 entry. Not too much detail, however, about our awful playoff ousters..."Now I've forgotten what it's like to win a post season series" I did not write anywhere.

Dwelling on what's I haven't written brought up Deacon Blues. Steely Dan sang in that 1970s tune:

They've got a name for the winners in the world
well I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues*

I, however, do not want a name, Deacon Blues or otherwise, when I lose. I, apparently, want anonymity.

Grete's Half Marathon is coming up in 2 weeks and the Fifth Avenue Mile is this Saturday. I'm signed up for both. If you see nothing about the results here, assume I did not do well.

* The Demon Deacons were the nickname the awful football team of that decade at Wake Forest. I don't want to be called that, either.