A three and a half mile run in the rain in the late afternoon. It was quite a struggle – I think I’m still a little tired from Sunday. Managed a fast time, however. An average pace of 9:41 is the fastest I’ve run in recent times.
Ian Painter has a surprising entry today, being dismissive of those of us who expressed some sadness at the death of a fellow runner on Sunday. Many hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people saw this young chap drop to the ground and die in front of them. It would be a stoney heart that wouldn’t muster a little emotion in the circumstances. The best I can offer is something of a cliché, but the words of John Donne sum it up best:
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe….
….Any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
