Flowering

Sometimes a sad old tree struggling to grow for years will flower in unexpected profusion. Long may it bloom.

I’ve woken up into a running dream

Go towards all the life there is, with all the courage you can find, and all the belief you can muster.

Be true, be brave, stand.

Stephen King, It.

 

 

I have moments like today when I question whether I can really be running. Is this all a dream? Have I died and gone to running heaven?

I need to constantly look at my finishers medals, the photos of me running. For so, so long I never thought I’d run again.

When you leave a race all you have is memories, once the stiffness subsides, or the runners cough goes away. It is then that I question myself. Did I really do that? And I need to reach for the physical evidence of the act of running.

When I was suffering knee pain it was like a nightmare I kept waking up into every day. In time it is starting to fade, thankfully. Three years. I want to bury the memories of that time and the ill health that preceeded it.

To have lived through those darkest of years from about 2000 until now is worth every second now that I can run. Those years made me fight so hard, to survive, to walk again. And by fighting so hard I have made a running dream come true.

My old mantra

Some times the things you have to work hardest for give the greatest sense of achievement.

Has never been so true.

Anything is possible.

Days of light and wonder

Long days of darkness and pain endured; make the miracle days of light even more golden.