Once More From The Top
“We run, not because we think it is doing us good, but because we enjoy it and cannot help ourselves…The more restricted our society and work become, the more necessary it will be to find some outlet for this craving for freedom. No one can say, ‘You must not run faster than this, or jump higher than that.’ The human spirit is indomitable.”
As far back as I can remember, I have run. As a child endlessly exploring a boundless patchwork of yellow and green fields; at school running winding cross-country trails of mud and ice; as a student running at night around lamp-lit city streets and, when time allowed, into the surrounding hills.
As a child I ran preconsciously without tiring. Since then I have become more self-aware and unfortunately, now I do tire. I have run for various reasons: fitness, pleasure, to feel connected with the earth under my feet, or to annihilate stress when things get tough. Over the years I have given up running at various times, sometimes for years. But I have always been happiest when I’ve been running regularly.
At the start of this year I moved to Australia, started a new job, ended a longterm relationship, and am still in the process of “settling in” (definitions, anyone?) to my new home. After a few months of finding a place to live and sorting out the basics of life, I started running again. I have been exploring new trails and routes and lined up a few races. It’s that feeling of having lost my way a bit over the last few years, and lost some of my love of life. The last few years have been rough. I feel now I’m returning to what I love, being true to my nature (I know how cheesy that sounds), and doing something that for other people might take the form of going to church or whatever else gives a person that deep inner sense of fulfilment.
This blog is going to be my attempt to write and discuss running and outdoor-related topics, fairly informally and with a personal slant. I reserve the right to include items of randomness which have enriched my life in some way. Having read some fascinating blogs by others, I would be happy if I knew that at least one reader (Yes, you, damnit!) had taken something positive, cracked a smile, or in some other way connected with what I write, as I have from so many blogs and internet articles written by others. I welcome constructive comments and plan to start commenting more on other people’s blogs.