Thanks to the royal wedding I have the tangled woods to myself.

  • Saturday, April 30, 2011
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Thanks to the royal wedding I have the tangled woods to myself.

The trails are russet, ochre and mossy. these are the tones that sing to me with most joy and I am aware of their song. despite this it is not a happy run. my legs are stiff and tight and i run with the gait of a clockwork man. i cannot flow or dance, a rare disconnect between the music of creation and my body. instead the ground jars through me, takes form as anxiety and begins to reside in my neck and shoulders. stiff becomes stiffer. at mile seven i reach a crossroad, the gravel lane that will lead me arterially straight home. i decide to cross over and feel something break inside me, there is a narcotic release of energy and my legs respond, i am still stiff and a little resentful but it becomes easier, I push out another four miles before returning home. Once there I eat victoria sponge cake. Perhaps a lot of what holds us back is in the mind.


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