Our Life’s Purpose

World Mental Health Day 2016 My thoughts on the effectiveness of day-specific awareness days flickers like a seismograph machine needle at a time of intense activity. I simply cannot make up my mind, so let me share some thoughts to see if sharing can help. I awoke with a little bit of dread this morning. Today, in…

Run for the hills (part 1)

Cast your mind back to your school cross-country days. For me, those cursed words still invoke chilling memories of trembling, skinny legs, freezing cold hands tucked as far into my thin sleeves as possible to stave off hypothermia, already glistening with the damp remains of a runny nose now red and sore with irritation, and deadly, steep mud slides in cheap…

Bright lights, dark faces

Bright lights, dark faces, a theatrical stage or an interrogation; which response will this be, paranoia or exhilaration? Tracing my thoughts back to the steep, winding climbs of the Berriedale Braes, the heady heights of the cliffs of Caithness, the storm into the harbour at John O'Groats where even the island of Stroma was hidden in…

The Philosopher’s White Line

Mental Health Awareness Week Day 2 The Philosopher's White Line Running is an activity that gives me the time and opportunity to draw metaphors of life from it. I often compare elements of the good, the bad and the smelly trails and road slurry spray, with experiences in life, as well as with future aspirations,…

1000 miles

I appear to have overlooked my 1000-mile mark of running since returning to the game towards the end of September. When I think about it, that's a lot of running! It's also nothing short of a miracle when I know that right up until the day before beginning to run again, I couldn't contemplate leaving the house…

Brain Training Part 1

Brain Training for going into the Unknown Recently I was asked to come up with some words about how I am training my brain for my challenge to run 1680 miles across the UK and back again, when the furthest I've ever completed is (just) 32 miles in one day. My first thought was: am…

Just breathe

Some words need life breathing into them, others just drip off the tongue like honey. It's a peculiar time right now. Nothing appears to follow any order, routine, sequence or plan. Each day, in fact each hour, is a different story to tell, a different emotion heralding a seemingly different outcome. It's confusing. Keeping a…