Run Rabbit, Run Rabbit, Run Run Run

The other day I told you that i had read a book about running, written by Haruki Murakami– you can remind yourself here.

The long and short of it - mainly long it turns out - is that the book inspired me to run further than my normal up the track through the forest and back.

I decided to go beyond.

It seems I like it out there, and over the ensuing days I built up to (for me) a record of one hour and five minutes.

Of course when I say run, I mean “run”, an old lady walking did pass me on one of the inclines, but I had fun. I managed 10 km.

I have never run for this long before, it’s weird, entering a new space; at times I felt I could just keep on and on and on, though I guess in reality I would eventually collapse.

I have no desire to run a marathon, never had never will, but I’ll run again tomorrow.

The writer spoke of the thoughts he has whilst he runs, and I considered mine.

At the start I felt good, it takes a few moments to break into a rhythm, then I started thinking of food. But this was weird, in the first couple of km I fantasized about chocolate (comfort i guess), towards the end I was craving fresh baguette with cheese and avocado (protein and carb lust).

I couldn’t decide on the cheese – Comté?

In between times I thought about the cold, the way the route went through bright sunshine and frosty shadow.

I said hello to one person I knew, two that I didn’t; they wished me “courage” – maybe that is normal in French, or maybe I looked as if I was at death’s door.

The writer spoke of his play list, he runs with an I-pod, in an i-pod maybe.

I run with open ears – sudden dog barks annoy me, I feel aggressive, birds taking off from the water I like.

I think about the sweat, and parts of me i didn't know were capable of sweating. (inside the ear)

I think about the ache in my left foot, I try to relax into it.

I ask how far, or long, one should run without drinking water as you run?

I wonder how something that can seem flat when you are walking, on a bike or driving a car becomes a mountain when you aren't.

I sing a song in my head - run rabbit, run rabbit,farmer's gun etc.

I wonder when to turn around and head back.


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