Up at 6:30 on a Sunday to run eight miles. What’s going on? This was an important run as it’s a few months since I’ve been this far. It was a good one too. Plenty of wildlife along the canal towpath: two deer, hundreds of rabbits, a heron, a line of cows to run through, couple of sheepdogs and more anglers than you could shake a stick at.… READ MORE.... …
Month: June 2003
The Grazeley 10K this afternoon was like being trapped in one of those Escher trompe l’oeil pictures where those funny little men keep walking up and up stairs in an eternal climb to nowhere. It had started so well. The course was even flatter than a pancake for the first four kilometres, and I was more than a minute ahead of schedule.… READ MORE.... …
I’ve been rumbled: Cooper concludes that we all share pathological narcissistic and masochistic tendencies but that most of us find ways of diverting these tendencies toward useful activities. The marathon runner is likely to be quite far along the narcissistic-masochistic spectrum and, “almost uniquely, carries on a useless activity that symbolises society’s need for a special hero who will enact the infantile triumphs requisite for healthy functioning and who also enables the audience to share vicariously in some of his or her forbidden pleasures”.… READ MORE.... …
According to my horoscope in Metro (the freebie London newspaper) a couple of weeks ago, If you’re single, this is a good time to take advantage of Uranus. This provided plenty of food for thought as I trundled along the Hammersmith & City Line. It’s with a sense of deja vu that I begin to ask questions like “What will I do differently this time round?”… READ MORE.... …
I was on the usual Sardine Express from Paddington last Thursday evening, sitting in a six-seat section, in one of the central seats, like so: g a n g w a y X w i n d o w As the train pulled into Reading, everyone around me got up to disembark, leaving me to muse over the order in which the empty seats around me would fill up.… READ MORE.... …