Hello people
Two weeks away from the running and struggling a tad. Blocked sinus, antibiotics, and some worries in life generally, all add up... and although age may simply be a number, sometimes the size of the number weighs heavy.
BUT...
There is always a, but, with me, isn't there. Will I give up? Will I heck as like!
The only change for me in my determination, is that I am, and will continue to be sensible. ( Yes... strong word). I will continue to listen very carefully to my body.
I am holding fire on my NRC HM plane and will do so until I feel even stronger... until I reach my elusive target weight of 8st +... and until I get a tad more muscle in these ancient bones!!!
So.... I ran this morning.
I chose to take the lovely, if very fickle, Coach Bennett with me, ( despite his philandering whilst I have been absent), and we had a ball on the beach!
The morning dawned with heavy black clouds cloaking an undergarment of blue satin.... the merest hint of the delights to follow. It was, for me a spontaneous decision.... and I was up and out with the minimum of faffage.
The road was quiet, and as I headed at the easiest of paces, down and back up the hill, in the first stages of the run... I found my legs were stronger than I expected... and my breathing was calm and controlled. This felt good.
I headed down the hill towards my happy place.... resisting any urge to speed up and obeying the gentle restraint of CB, who seemed to read my mind. Easy is not always easy.... but easy it must be... and it was. Far be it from me to disobey that voice.
Down towards the sea...
The Esplanade, deserted , the tide receding and the subtle sparkle of sunlight. playing hide and seek within those white tipped fingers of foam.
This was a very short run... and I was almost halfway through... so down onto the beach.... and...I just ran. Light quick steps....remembering to breathe; great belly filling breaths full of sea, sunshine and life itself. The last part of the run, done barefoot, through the playful bubbling of the waves.
At moments like these. I am the sole inhabitant of this place. I am alone in a world filled with smells, sights, sounds and sensations that many are never , ever going to feel.
At moments like these. I am not a 72 year old.
I am a runner... a child... a light, white, seagull feather, blown and carried along the shining, spray-washed, sun-streaked sand.
You may find this silly, you may find it unlikely at best, and untrue at worst.
I know what I feel.
My pace was slow, my feet were light. My breath came easy and my heart kept steady time with the turning of the Earth.
I feel the joy of running, I feel the beauty of Nature and I feel the almost suffocating gratitude that despite all, I am still here... I can still run...and I can continue.
Slow and steady.... What else?
Floss x