Awful August

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Across south Lebanon refugees were on the roads. One man was walking an elderly neighbour north towards safety. He was furious as he approached us.

"Tell the UN to come and see the hungry women and children, the bodies under the rubble being eaten by dogs. There's no conscience left in this world," he said.

A headcold has curtailed running for a bit, and looking at the news reports and listening to U2 I am melancholy enough to no longer resist commenting on the Lebanon crisis.

Not that I have much to say, other than "awful awful awful". And still it comes back to running - if more people ran, they'd realise that personal endeavour is much more important than bashing the snot out of your neighbour, no matter who or what they are. Running doesn't just repress anger, it totally negates it.

If only we could bottle it.