Sunday, 21 February 2010
I spend half of my life in a parallel universe,dreaming of dreams and schemes-living under a bridge,becoming a yoga teacher(I've never done yoga)etc,etc.Mostly these ideas are never acted on,but rarely they are.At the moment I feel as though I am on the cusp of finally getting near to the life I have always longed for.A life of freedom,of no great responsibilities,of doing things I want to do because I enjoy them,not because I have to.I feel that I am in a good position at the moment-no emotional ties,apart from my great son,who I'll always be there for-but no love interests,no mortages,no great ties to work.For a 42 year old man,many people will look upon my circumstances as a great failure,but you carn't change who you are.On my very first date with my to be wife,we dined at a restaurant,opposite a garage.Parked in the garage was a large winnebago type van,and I remember remarking that I would love to live in something like that and just roam around.My base intincts never changed.My resistance to committments such as buying a house etc caused allsorts of problems,but such is life.
I have always admired the soul surfer types.Living close to the sea for a great proportion of my life,you develope an attraction to the water.I don't go in it regularly,but the calm of being in its proximity is powerful and something I miss when living inland.People such as Nat Young,Cheyne Horan and Rob Muchado inspire me,even though my surfing experience are minimal.
Yesterdays was sunny.As I walked into town,I started to think about the on coming summer.The area where I live is full of natural beauty-acres of green countryside and best of all miles,upon mlies of runnable beaches.The sun set me thinking.It would be great to get out on the deserted beaches-rig up a super basic camp-just a tarp and bivvy-sleep under the stars-get up early-sun rising-the sound of the waves lapping the shore-and just take off on epic long runs-just wearing shorts-barefoot-the sun tanning my body-hair flapping in the wind.That is a must do.
By comparison today I made the short trip to Boston.Leaving the carabanger about 6.30,the weather was frostly,as it has been every night recently.Half way on the hour long bus journey,I glanced out the window and the snow had started to fall.Then it just fell and fell!4 of the Boston crew were out for the challenge and the weather at the start of the run was rough-headwind and biting snow and cold.However the conditions calmed and a good run was had by all.For the post run nosh-up Jose took me to a Portugese/Brazilian place called Jo's Salsa bar and we had one of his favourite portugese dishes-sounds like a frenchman in Portugese-and very nice it was too.Cheers Jose!
Thursday sees the start of a trip with destiny.I will be setting off on the long journey to the Copper Canyons in Mexico,to run free with the tarahumara indians and El Caballo Blanco,of the best selling book'Born to Run'fame.Reports and pictures will follow!
Sunday-Lincs county cross country champs-4th vet