Running: A Communion With The Divine

When I don’t like feeling ‘ordinary’, a run can always make me feel special

God wearing running shoes
Original images: Tom Radetski, doc price, Bruno Nascimento, Maksim Sansomov (all via Unsplash) and Welcome to all and thank you for your visit/Pixabay

WHEN I STRUGGLE with being ordinary – aka a bit of a failure – the grown-up thing to do would be to accept the way I’m feeling.

If I went with a psychotherapist-type solution, I’d accept the reality of being ordinary, and try to change the way I thought about that reality.

And if I went the Mindfulness route, I’d try to just ‘be’ with the feeling, which means accepting that I’m feeling shit, and that feeling shit is OK.

More often, though, I think: Fuck this for a game of soldiers! I’m going for a run!

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Running: The Mental Health Prophylactic

It’s cold and dark, but if you can get outside and run… get outside and run!

A cartoon man runs inside a condom
Image: an original artwork by Mr Shit50s

Life’s not all that easy at the moment, here in the frozen North.

It’s not cold, cold. In fact, it’s not even frozen. But there was a thick frost on the roofs of the cars outside when we struggled up this morning.

It was still dark, and I was so tired that one massive yawn threatened to dislocate my jaw as I switched on the kettle for the day’s first invigorating cuppa.

I looked out onto the blackness of the garden, lamplight picking out the frost, and thought my first uncomfortable thoughts of the day – nothing too serious, just the sort of mental scabs I often pick at.

And then I thought: I don’t want a sad day today. I want a run.  

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Body Of A God

I’m nearly 54 and I’m still punishing myself with exercise. When will I accept that I can’t have a young person’s body any more? 

A fat Buddha statue

I’M JUST BACK from a run and in some trouble.

We’re talking pain.

We’re also talking regret here, but mainly we’re talking PAIN!!!!!!!

There’s discomfort in the hip and groin, a bit of a twinge in the right buttock *

But in the right lower back, and the right knee, it’s Bare-Feet-On-Hot-Sand-Level torture – only without the option of picking your feet up and hop/running away.

I am bearing up nobly, however, and currently fighting my symptoms with nowt but a hot water bottle pressed against my back – while reserving the right to deploy one or all of: Nurofen, ice pack, hot bath, aspirin, analgesic gel or heroin, should I deem them necessary.

Right now, I think it could be some time before I return to normal life.

A few minutes ago, I had to climb up on onto a chair to rescue a bee about to trap itself in a life-threatening nook in our conservatory.

And when the brainless insect proved resistant to being saved, some of the agony-induced names I called it were, in truth, un-bee-coming. 

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Re-born To Run

I’m ridiculously happy to be a Middle Aged Man In Lycra again

A stick man running

CAN YOU reach a milestone when you haven’t actually travelled a mile?

Well, if you can, then I did. Today, I reached a milestone. 

I came through a run uninjured for the first time since I busted up my knee back in February, and I feel splendid

I covered less than one-and-a-half kilometres in just under eight minutes and – though Mo Farah won’t give a shit – the modest achievement has got me horribly excited. 

You see, I thought I was done. I thought the knee was proper knackered and I would never run again.

​And if I couldn’t run, I’d have finally arrived at my most dreaded spiritual destination: Past It

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