An Unlikely Win in Athens

All photos have been kindly provided by George Spyros I went into the Eirindromia 10km race thinking I could maybe get a top 30 finish. It was going to be hot, though, about 25 degrees at 9am, and I could see there were  a good few athletes around me who looked very organised (warming up with purpose, in groups, in luminous running shoes). Then my friend Viktor, who knows many of the top local athletes, started to point to various people and say something like ‘Oh, he’s a strong runner,…

The Song of the Reed

On the quayside; huddling under a unanimous robe of midday dust that binds Dreams to Souls. All thought of attraction secondary to notions of what, whom, can aid in the completion of the self.   Clouds huddle at a western end of savage azure void. A future Dream scans empty horizon for us, our incoming ship. The womb in which we rest once more on the far side of fleeting emptiness smug in its infinity, to be made whole by our next coming.   Figurehead slices dark tropical seas leading…

Kichuri, I suppose

I struggle to begin sentences, paragraphs, thoughts, very recently. Oh, woe; yeah, I hear it.  Don’t blame you. When all starts to become one, then much tends to become invisible. And if you can’t see, hear, feel or touch something, even if it is a sentence, a concept, a previously clear idea that’s merely a reply to several questions of a similar nature, then it’s tricky to begin to talk about it. No, no, tricky doesn’t touch it; it’s soul scratching, looking into the sun pointless, like watching a loved…

If I run fast enough, fancy trying out being a Vegan?

Yesterday I made this social media post; “The weekend of June 11th, 2016 will be the 10 year anniversary of a very special experience for me. It was at that time, in 2006, that I caught a glimpse into the next world and came back determined to enjoy this one more, whilst it lasts. There are 2 things to say about this; firstly, I understand that some fear death but take heart, if my own experience is anything to go by, there is nothing to fear when your time comes….

The High Park Race

I woke early, sleep hadn’t been fulfilling and I was still tired. I sleep on a mattress on the floor and today, as on every other day, there were ants on my face, body, and mattress. I could of course just squash them and disinfect the room but when I look at them I see that spark of wonderful life that we all share and I see that for them climbing over my body must be a great endeavour, such an adventure; I am loath to end anything for them….

On Death, and New Life

11 years ago I was employed as a travel writer and touring Sri Lanka. It wasn’t an easy job and I can only just state that I was employed as the pay was nearly non-existent, yet I loved it all the same. I enjoy struggle, I like life when I feel my back against the wall and outcomes to be uncertain, for to me that smells of reality, of how the world is, was, devoid of the veneer of insecurity we humans place over it. Hiking through jungle in the…

Guide Running

Today I acted as a guide runner for a blind man, for the first time. I was introduced to the man by Achilles Canada, you can read about that organisation here. I have been feeling for some time that I wanted there to be more to my running than just me trying to run fast or far. So when I heard about this opportunity it sounded perfect. The guy who I was to be guiding, ‘G’, lives about 4km from me so it was an easy jog to his house…

‘Lost Rivers’ – LUSH Charity Pot Outing

Lush, who I work for, donate a hefty amount of money each year to a variety of small, grassroots organizations working in the areas of environmental conservation, animal welfare and human rights (read a little more about the Lush Charity Pot program here). And 4 times a year Lush employees are offered the opportunity to spend the day with one or more of these organizations to see what they’re doing with the money, and to learn more about the community we live among. Yesterday was one such day in Toronto so…

Winter

On passing a place I used to go, and the memories it offered…   I’m so sorry for all the expectations I didn’t meet, the flowers that remained unpicked, for summers days that weren’t slowed down for. I’m so regretful for the times that I didn’t sit beneath those shady branches, and understand that this was happening, right now. And that if only I’d have stopped drinking, swearing, defending, then we might have smiled, more often.   You’re gone and your going allows me to know you fully, in the…

The Toronto 50k+ – March 2016

Judging by the lack of emails or any other sign of interest that’d come my way last week I knew that attendance at this run was going to be low. It got me thinking as I was eating breakfast on the morning of the run; 50k is well within my ability so if I wasn’t going to be tearing around back and forth, trying to keep everybody together and on track, what could I do to get more out of the run on a personal level? I considered the idea…