That is what Coach Bennett on a Nike guided run told me and he is right..
That is why we runners are so incredible.
We never give up... and we keep showing up. starting line after starting line.
Hello people.
Floss Ramble Alert:
It has been a little while since my last Floss ramble... This is a long one... sorry!
I got to the goal of the amazing Monsal trail run, on April 2nd...it was a bit of a journey from post-Covid and all in between, but I got there, with a little help from my friends...I did it. It seems like an age ago.
Riding on a high from that, but back to earth, very quickly. with a real bump... an injury followed closely by yet more issues, with colds and ears... and I could feel myself sliding towards a place I did not wish to be; April is a month of mixed emotions for me... birthday month for Mr OF and myself...but the month also when my lovely father died and also, at the end of the month another date, which as some close friends on here, are aware, still has the potential to lay me low .
Determined not to let myself fall into the depths, I tried. Keeping up with my daily exercise routine...some yoga with Adriene... and reading all the posts, which do so much to keep me buoyant.
My problems seem so insignificant, compared with those of so many forum friends and reading of their strength and resistance, does make me feel stronger too. I cannot lie.. it was not easy. I tried.
But; after writing a very positive post on Catch Up Corner, yesterday, I am determined that I shall not give up, I shall try to turn my struggles into strengths and I will keep showing up on that starting line.
So, after a couple of rather odd runs last week... we headed for Wales yesterday. A long tiring journey did little to help and a restless night also. But, this morning dawned with the kind of sunshine and clear air that says Wales. Cartref Mor for a little longer this time and the joys of running in this wonderful location.
When I am here, I am different... not sure why, but it may be related the very many happy hours I have spent here since I was a small child. As we cross the mountains above Bala..it is like a checkpoint... my heart, literally does a somersault...
Soaking up the scenery, the towering peaks, the endless trees and the rough wild land... until making the brow of the last hill before we descent to the valley. A glimpse of the Estuary far in the distance , a silver ribbon leading to the restless sea, tells me, nearly there.
This morning I wanted to run. Conscious of the advice I hand out so liberally to others, about tiredness, I still wanted to run. I decided to re-try a sort of interval run...but not a proper one. I just said to myself. I will run, slowly and easily. Just down through the town and to the sea. I will run slowly and steadily, ( what else), and I will walk if I feel I need to.
I took Coach Bennett with me; but he was not alone. I took a lot of friends with me today.
Those friends who have had and are having, such struggles of their own. All moving up to new starting lines, some, seemingly unknown starting lines, and yet each and every one of them with a strength, a fierce determination and a positivity which brings me to my knees.
Setbacks, illness, injury, the loss of a close one, a starting line yes, but with an uncertain track ahead... those folk know who they are and, we ran together.
Out of the gate and down towards the hills... I had warmed up well, and the light jacket I had on was soon unzipped. The Gorse hedging, lines every turn, the heady scent filling my nostrils, the blue-hazed mountains, away beyond the fields, still slumbering under the cloak of morning.
My legs move, but with a slight reluctance, I know I had a long drive and they need to ease into the run.., so I walk briskly up the short incline back and then run again along the level and down towards the town. I am running easy, as CB asks me too...listening to his soft voice as he talks of the marvel of the machine that is me and my running body.
And marvel it is. I am 73 years old,, have been struggling to come back from the left overs of Covid, colds and infection and injury and yet... my body still responds; I feel the blood in the muscles, I feel my shoulders relax , I feel my feet lightly hitting the ground and I feel a smile on my lips.
Down and up towards the High Street... another short, but brisk walking section, about a minute and then off again.... past the bakers, the butchers, the newsagents, those little gems which are the lifeblood of this small place... turning down towards the railway and across, following the first early family groups heading towards the school... along and then about to head down towards the sea, I change my mind and head quickly now, pushing a tad harder to the bottom of the castle. I need to take a photograph.
The grassy mound stretches upwards and the two towers stand aloft... flags fluttering proudly and bravely in the wind... a quick snap and I am off down to the sea. Making up time now... the end of the run is near. I am counted down, and I determine to give a final effort to the last part of the run... I finish it as I wish too. With style.
I pause, I take another photograph or two. My breathing is easy, It has gone well. My new watch is flashing things at me... I cannot fly it properly yet... it is telling me my VO max is excellent and I have two new records... I have no idea what all this means... but it sounds good to me .
I walk slowly back up the hill and home... thoughts drifting, as I think of the folk at my side. They are running their own runs, from their own starting lines, but this morning, they ran with me, and I'm glad they did.
It was not a long run... 3.23K in 25 minutes, I did have two walking sections...I took photographs. But it was still a very satisfying run indeed.
A finishing line crossed and ready for another starting line, waiting.
Instructor57 ... the castle photograph is for you... because the only way, really is up... and you my friend, are showing the way.
Oldfloss x
A late but very important, special mention for linda9389 ... who is having a very rough time in Vancouver... but demonstrating that unmistakable strength, that makes her the runner that she is...