Warm morning, easy running, no problem to go out, to run harder to feel that what I do is training. My friend Linda suggests discipline gets me up-I wish I had an iron will. Something else drives me: maybe I need to be strong for my family and my autumn years; maybe...
Three Sundays from now I’ll be peeing on a dry bush at the bottom of Fields Hill, maybe someone’s toes. Getting agitated. Flushed legs with 20 min gym cycle this morning, electrolyte cap, lots of water. Didn’t that do wonders? Now the strain on the...
Wake to downpour, drink slow coffee, step into drizzle. Run cold, hands in pockets. Trees-drip, gutters gurgle. Rain goes. Shift gear, arms up, what’s this? Just a jump from tractor power to free-plopping. Smile rise, grin bake, car swoosh, lights go green. Gear down,...
Foghorns, the mist, a Cape Town autumn morning will have to wait. Robyn needed sleep after a hard night with Emily so I got this instead. May my rest day today instead of tomorrow. Maybe run this evening. Lots of options. Lots of life. Lots of love....
Yep I was born for the early morn. Stars press down, closest of all you the Alpha of Centaurus. Long ago on a midnight mountain run, you looked double to me. Been drinking too much, I thought. Later I read you *are* two stars waltzing, and because of Proxima Centauri,...
