otherwise we shall not be able to keep the mind strong and clear."
Buddha was spot on with this... as I have discovered !
Warning...Floss ramble!
Hello people! Here I am, writing my own post, it has been quite a while! Maybe not the correct place to be, but I always feel amongst many, many of my friends, here on Bridge
I am posting this, because I love writing as you well know, and in the hope, that if anyone is struggling as I was and striving to get back to being themselves again, it may help
The last run I did, was the Race for Life on Saturday 26th September...no runs since then.
Without going into boring details, suffice it to say, without realising it, over the months since lockdown began, I had, unwittingly, and unintentionally, run myself, physically and mentally into the ground! I do have responsibilities, less than some but more than others. Overthinking, over worrying, combined with too many faster( for me), runs and too little fuel; the deed was done and culminated in a visit from the paramedics ( +ambulance) in the early hours of a Sunday morning in October!
Thank you, thank you, NHS
My issues are nothing, as compared with so, so many folk, including all our awesome runners here, but they needed to be addressed
So!
What have I been doing...well...initially, not a great deal but, with amazing support from my daughter and wonderful S-in -L, I have been back on track almost from the word go. The most important thing was to maintain a form of normality. We often have a choice; do we give up, or do we carry on, and so, the day after my blip.. small runner in training was here with me, full of life, full of joy and full of love!
Exercise wise; that has been easier to handle... plenty of core strength work from our excellent forum and plenty of different routine exercises which work for me. I use Yoga with Adrienne and Bodyfit with Amy, which gives me a range of short, low impact but useful workouts... and also some longer ones. Two days with small one count as real work out days too! I am getting stronger and muscle tone is coming back ( always a problem with increasing age
I am going to mention eating! I have been so guilty of ignoring the advice I dish out so freely! To achieve the performance, you need the fuel! Yup... ! So I am now on a carefully monitored, protein rich, eating regime with loads more heathy but protein filled food! Some real treats in there too! I am also on the list for cognitive therapy... but as yet, clearly, am not in as dire need as other folk! I await my first phone consultation !
Anyway, enough of my sorry tale... as this is a post about running... here goes. Yesterday I got out...not for a run, but for a walk, which I hope will lead to a run very soon!
I headed out, in the afternoon. very late for me, having arranged to meet small runner in training and Mama, on my beloved fields. Togged up against a chill wind and in my walking and not running shoes, I left home.
My heart was in my mouth as I walked out. Grey above but with a hint of brightness left over from morning. I took in all the scents, the sounds and sights, that I have missed, on the familiar route down to the fields.
Breathing easily though, I focused on Laura's voice, from C25K, 1,2,3,4; 1,2,3,4 and soon I was heading up the hill, towards the field and past Rookery Wood.
Part of my C25K route nearly five years ago... stark and silent, the trees bereft of their feathered friends, and only dark tattered nests clinging to the topmost branches. I felt a poem in my head; one for later though, on and up with a quickening pace towards the field path and the welcome sight of small one and Mama! Delight all around, as we set off across the fields, with small one leading the way towards the river and the sidings of the Foxfield.
A good pace, as small one can really move, even in wellingtons. Hide and seek in the huge Cuckoo field, so called, as in Summer, it is full of Cuckooflower, ( Lady smock). It is quite tricky to play hide and seek in a field with no trees or shrubs... easier to crouch down if you are four! The hay field, cut short now and the cow cakes that were there last time I walked, are stored for the winter. Hedges have had trims and new fences and posts abound. The sidings are overgrown and the skeletal remains of old steam engines have disappeared from view.
With small one's hand in mine we set off towards the crop field... the crops which attacked my legs, so viciously and tried to upend me more than once, during the summer have been harvested and the winter wheat is already three or four inches high. Small one and I pause and watch a skylark, ascending, higher and higher with the perfect notes of its song following its climb, crystal clear in the empty sky. A moment to store, in my jar of memories tucked high on the shelves for long winter nights. The pond dipping, pond , out of reach now, in the midst of the new growing crop, shadowy and slightly sinister against the sky,
Mama catches up and we walk, chatting quietly together across the pathways and down the by ways, where she walked in the days, just before small one was born. Tangled hedgerows, bramble-wrapped and hawthorn-edged are small one's very own Brambly Hedge and we try to spot the little mouse characters as we walk by. Hipped and hawed and holly-berried , the first wonderful glossy shades of winter are showing themselves.
My legs were beginning to tire and the sky was darkening, as we turned reluctantly towards home. I was drinking in the clear air, the very essence of the earth filling my lungs and despite the oncoming chill, the place was warming my heart and my very soul. My legs work, I have still got the strength to walk and talk and be myself; that feeling was almost overwhelming. We had walked for a long time and small one was beginning to tire...we left each other with goodbyes full of love and promises of better times... and small one reminding me that when she comes on Monday we are attempting to make our own Brambly Hedge dwelling!
I walk down the lane and past the wood, the shadows have lengthened and there are strange shapes in the trees and undergrowth. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, I feel the cold more since I lost some weight, and jam my hat down over my head. Up the bank towards home and a very welcome cup of tea. The legs still felt strong, but I know that I have walked three miles. Not far you say? It was enough. My friends here know that I am forever slow and steady, and I intend listening to my body much more carefully from now on!
The sky is dark as I round the corner of the Close... home beckons and I am greeted by a relieved husband and a welcome cup of tea... It was not speedy, it was not far, but it was done and some things are really, really worth waiting for.
Whatever you are doing, whatever you are feeling, it is is good to know that we are not alone. We are in this together and we will weather this dreadful storm. My mantra as you know, slow and steady... I have a new addition right now, in the word cannot... my aim is to lose the 'not' and find the 'Can'.
We can... and we will!
Safe, happy running everyone!
Floss
PS
Is anyone still awake ? x