It was cold this morning,well,I say that,but you would know what I mean if you live in the part of the Britain where it’s traditionally never that cold.So,that said,I wasn’t really looking forward to the Parkrun this morning,and that,coupled with too much festive eating on my 60th birthday yesterday,might have contributed to my sluggish start I think.Arriving at the Moors valley country park,equipped with gloves and a water ,go slower top,I navigated my way to the start area.As I did,I had the great fortune of being greeted by two former pupils who gave me such a lift .Before the start of the run,I’d felt like crawling around as it was oh so cold,but just seeing them there,catching up on their lives,and just that shared experience you bet when you’ve shared parts of their lives in a weekly basis is such a naturally magnetic thing.
Now,as I write this from my lounge vantage chair,I’m reflecting on what it means not to allow ones shelf to get isolated in a social sense.This communion with young,vibrant people is such a gift,that I want to write about it,I want to record it now,while it is fresh as it were.Yes,I turned up for my run,like I always try to do,but as I think about it now,it’s like that discipline that being a pianist gives you of just doing your playing every day,you just do it.However,that can be hard,it can be very lonely ,isolating,it can produce wonderful results,but it can also engender a selfish form of musicianship.However,when you
make music with others,when you commune with them,like running with so many others at the Parkrun,why,that becomes altogether a fantastic experience.
Now,as you know,I’m no great shakes as a runner,but I know a bit about music and have devoted thousands of hours of my life to the playing of it,and the teaching of it.This metaphor appears real to me,probably because there have been times in my life when I’ve isolated myself,telling myself that I’m a loner ya da ya da.However,the stories we sometimes tell ourselves are ,at times,destructive,and other people from various walks of life can help us break the cycle of emotional isolation when we think we don’t need interaction,because,mostly ,we do.
So,thank you Park runners ,Thankyou my dear former pupils for your precious encouragement.
Have a lovely day everyone.