Remembrance Sunday
'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?
'Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Has any one else had word of him?
'Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind -
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
Thanks to Conan Drumm
Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand
All alone in a crowded hall.
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But my heart is not here at all.
It flies far away, by night and by day,
To the time and the joys that are gone.
And I never can forget the sweet maiden I met,
In the valley near Slievenamon.
Lyrical
My shadow is the only one that walks beside me
My shadow's heart is the only thing that's beating
And who dares say that poetry is dead, when such expressions can be made, even if they have been expressed through the medium of music?
Quotes
Soon comes pallid winter
Pointing to an open grave
I don't go much for classical music or Hayden, but gazing blankly at the TV last night that quote caught my eye. Striking I thought.
Done it
Yes, my first trail based ultramarathon. 50 miles over the Californian hills, in a cough over 11 hours. Not bad, all things considered. Glad to have finished it, no strains, no injuries, not even much tiredness. Though the ensuing few days were hell - generally down and emotionally drained. All very odd. Often get like that after marathons, but that is a completely different sort of effort. Curious. Met another blogger briefly, assisting at one of the aid stations, the lovely Jessica;
http://socalrunnergirl.typepad.com/trail/And I've finished all the flat buying and moving thing. Lovely place, costing the earth but it's mine. Doesn't even require much work in the form of decorating or whatever, so all the more time for socialising and running.
Happy days!
Focus
Yeah, I've got focus. So poke it. For instance, tonight's speed session; pyramid 300, 300, 400, 400, 500, 500, 45 secs recovery between each rep, then repeat backwards. In the rain. And it was good. Total elapsed time, 27.53, whilst not fantastic, was pretty solid.
Thank you, thank you. No need for applause.
Encore
I'm so tired. I go home from work, sleep for several hours, get up and do some chores and perhaps eat, then back to bed, sleep until the morning to start the cycle all over again. Why? I don't know. The house has been sold, a new flat has been bought, just waiting on the mortgage offer to move in, running is going ok, doing some dating, but, what? Work is hideously busy, and my contract is up in 3 months, so I need to start the rounds of the agencies if this lot don't extend me, so everything should be ok, but, what? Why this tiredness? Weather is miserable. Had an ex up for the weekend, thought we were making progress dealing with her issues (I behaved badly towards her in the past), but then it was clear that she had come up with an agenda and wasn't going to budge, so that's all over. Whilst not a total surprise it can be another pressure perhaps.
Still, club speed session tonight, in the pouring rain, a long run up the hills on Saturday, which is always nice. Concentrate on the task in hand, focus on what needs to be done. And people say I have no discipline!
Love
More
Still my thoughts
Restless, edgy
Thoughts of you, interaction
Too much thought
Still, be still
Winter
A light drifting of snow on the path.
I pause, look up
Rain slides across the light
From the street lamp.
Cold. I put my hands in my pockets
Hunch my shoulders
Pause with that thought.
And others
Drifting in, sliding across my mind
Inconsequential, yet deathly.
Thoughts.
Another one
Whatever comes to pass
Winter will be followed by spring
...Don't cry
