dijep posted regarding how we would describe our running style, and as I made my way across the chilly fields this morning I gave it a bit more thought. Someone came to mind who I hadn't thought of for years. (I just amended this as I'd accidentally tagged MissUnderstanding)
I used to live in NW London. There was an older man, in his 60s or 70s, who would run the streets year in year out wearing nothing but battered trainers and a very tatty pair of shorts/trunks. I assumed that he lived on the streets as he always seemed to be in his own world. His skin was weathered and leathery, his back twisted with scoliosis, but he would run and run, in the high street, along the main road (A41), everywhere.
It turns out that he was an eminent psychiatrist who lived in a massive house on one of the most expensive and desirable roads in the area. I've heard conflicting stories of why he ran, there was even a documentary made, but it left most of the questions unanswered.
Anyway, returning to what prompted this ramble, some days, especially if I'm slow and achy, I channel the Edgware Runner. Rain or shine, body failing, running running running slowly slowly, like a driven man.
RIP Dr Hassan
Compelled to write a little NRC tale
Vicarious Running
Snails can be useful!
