It doesn’t seem a week ago that I was just leaving to go to the Bournemouth Marathon festival to run in my first official 10k event.Well,as they say,a week is “a long time in Politics,or,in my case,in my body Politic.Yes,I was proud of myself for crossing the finishing line in under 64 minutes that day,and it seemed that I might have a few days to recover ,bofore I carried on my recreational running routine with my local Moors valley Parkrun,
Yes,today,on this Saturday,I lined up with the other trusty park runners for my 7th outing -many have done 50;100;and some have completed over 150 such runs,All these people do so while living a busy life,and fitting in oh so many activities like breakfast nging up children,holding down jobs of various descriptions and I am always amazed by the sheer diversity of folk who rock up week in week out.
For me,right at the end of this event,I fell over,wounding my pride,bashing my knee,and generally looking a bit stupid.After dusting myself off and crawl past the finishing line,I sloth off home to licks my wounds .As I do,with that feeling sorry for myself kind of thing that we men are apt to do-It’s not our fault,we don’t have children or go down mines anymore -I check Facebook ,of my feed as it were.Scrolling down the funny anecdotes,cute animal posts,and the general detritus of our social life,two posts caught my eye for reasons that will become quite clear now.One Post was about a top man that I have been inspired about who posts on the group “Verwood runners”.He is always so positive ,upbeat and just a top human ,rather like so many in our communities up and down this great country of ours.His post began with an apology:During this week,he had been admitted for a stroke to the unit at Bournemouth!Why,when I read that,my aches and pains and general wounded pride melted away in the mist of time,and I thought about this wonderful person and my heart went out to him and his family at this time.
Sometimes,perspective is so very very important in life. Now,he won’t truly know theaffect that his example has had on me these past 7 weeks or so.During that time,I have sat at the bedside of my son at the National heart hospital hoping that he would recover from a serious infection.While that was going on,this man has been posting about his runs,his mountain bike riding and he has been of an encouragement to oh so many people in the community.To me,when I’ve been tired with other stuff,just like all those who turn up for the Parkrun each ,it’s been people like Paul Lambert who have kept the light on by his example and light and I sincerely hopes that he gets better soon and I wish his family and friends the strength that they will surely need .
So,Yes,one week ago,I was lining up with nearly 2000 others at Bournemouth to do the 10k.Boy,I felt proud of myself that day,and today,I still feel proud,but for different ways.
Today,my son has been married for ten years and that is a wonderful place to arrive at when illness threatens to take so much away from us.
I’m not sure if events are connected,or wether we get inspired by different people and we observe their fortitude and courage.All I know is that I’m grateful for inspirational people within our community and I wish them all co tinged success in their life and for what they do for our community.
This is my blog post for today and I Thankyou all for reading it,supporting my quirky muses and for thinking the best of me.