In need of some magic to revive Mymojo a little, which has dipped somewhat over the past few weeks, I decided to turn to art for some inspiration and Mr JMW Turner dutifully obliged.
I dropped my daughter at her college in Chichester at lunchtime (such strange study timetables in these COVID times), parked the car at the canal basin and headed out along the towpath for today's run, my first from the Injury Couch. Chichester is a small city, nestled between the South Downs and the coast and surrounded by beautiful countryside. The canal brings the wildlife right into the heart of the city and the towpath is a green and watery gateway to the countryside beyond. Within 1k of running I had disappeared under the bridge that carries the by-pass and emerged out into another landscape of fields and hedgerows.
I had read that Turner painted the canal looking back towards Chichester from Hunston Bridge, so I made a note to take a photograph from the same spot on my return leg. I searched up the painting when I returned home and was surprised at how unchanged the landscape is in nearly 200 years. It is just possible to make out the spire of the cathedral in both the painting and the photograph.
My husbad joined me for my run today. We covered our warm up walk together and then he headed off to follow his plan and I ran my 5k. I managed my fastest time yet of 36:51, knocking 00:01 sec off my previous best 😂 ! That miniscule amount is quite an achievement for a snail 🐌😊.