Running

These posts are bringing me great comfort at the moment. It won't last - how can it? I'll run out of things to ponder eventually - and my interests are far from those that reflect expertise in anything but living.

And loving 

And running. I love to run. 

A friend once asked if I imagine I run away from things or towards things when I need to motivate myself.  It's always towards things for me: a fabulous friend, a brilliant shop, or a rare treat.  

I'm running on empty at the moment and rather run down. Tomorrow will test our distance ability. I can't run away now....