…It’s much more serious than that…

A barefoot runner ran by as I arrived on the beach this morning!

It was as if I were seeing another of my ‘species’, and even more exciting – I was ‘vlogging’ at the time – and so I caught him on camera…

I had run to the beach with the intention of some fast intervals at pace… Intervals are a strange thing to do, and to witness I imagine; running back and forth on the same stretch of beach or grass…

Like so many things we do in this life, like running round and round in circles, or chasing a ball about with a stick, or with our feet… Batting another type of ball as far as possible with various ‘implements’  –  or hitting another back and forth over a net, or around a square enclosed room…

All are rather funny things to do, and if witnessed from afar ‘curiouser and curiouser…’

I don’t believe it is the practices themselves that are important… In isolation so many creative endeavours could seem meaningless.

It is however about what they give us, what they access within us… It is about what we are communicating to one another, to ourselves… What energy doing the practises accesses and transmits… It’s about observing the buds that appear through striving and stretching for a dream; seeing how these buds open and blossom within ourselves and in our relationships… Growth, expansion, the powerful energy of the esprit de corp, the synergy that is created…. Witnessing what demons and delights emerge from within…

All in the name of sport…

Bill Shankley the Scottish football player and manager is known for saying… ‘Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, it’s much more serious than that’.

As a lifetime sportsperson, his words have always resonated with me… Partaking in sport has been a journey from the beginning of my life which is continuing without end.

While we are here experiencing life in a body on planet earth, everything is more important than life and death… Because how we live is how we die…

It is therefore valuable to truly investigate every moment of our practices and passions, for within them are reflections, and echoes of how we are living and therefore how we will die.

Are we growing though the experiences? The training? the hours of planning? Are we stripping away our attachment to our desires, or are we deepening the ties that bind us to our perceived self – and so to the fear of leaving it all behind.

If we can truly investigate everything within the commitment to a plan, to a goal – a dream – examine every nook every cranny, all the dark corner and dust them out…

Then we can more cleanly and clearly commit ourselves to our projects… And – once they are done let them go and keep hold only of the truth we have uncovered and discovered within…

As I was carrying out effort number six today, a dog decided I was playing… He started to race round and round me, rounding me up! I stopped, he stopped… I started to run and he started to race around me again, penning me in…

His master was standing in the surf intent on his phone, unaware of this scene playing out behind him, so I jogged over and said to him… ‘El piensa que estoy juganda…’ 🙂

He smiled said he was sorry – in English – and took his dog away…

I completed my interval and recognised I am different to the younger me, because I ‘counted’ my stop/ start interval as a valid member of the set of ten; with not one part of me feeling I needed to add another in…

It is at these time that we witness the changes within us… Something that has happened before, happens again – in this case one interrupted interval :)… And we respond in a different way…

It is noticing how we are in every moment, in the seemingly small insignificant occurrences that we see ourselves and all that is within us reflected back in the journey of life…

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