Birthday brunch in Bronte

This morning I ran down to the cricket field – my socks already have holes in them after 20 miles… But I decided they have a few more yet to run…

I arrived on the wet green grass, under a grey cloudy December day… And an unexpected impromptu interval session emerged… I ran 8 x 5 minutes with a minute jog, around and around the circumference of the field. I enjoyed it a lot.

The more running I do, the stronger and fitter I feel… Rather an obvious thing to write of course; but it is more noticeable for me now that I am ‘starting all over again’ in my new barefoot life.

It feels that miracles are occurring within my body simply through repetition rather than aggression… And of course the repetition can at times feel rather relentless… I reflected on this irony as I stepped into the cold British weather today – that my wish as a younger person, to be able to run forever, has come true…

I felt sadness then that my art, my expression in the running step must come to an end; I envied other artists whose mediums were through palette and brush stroke, or voice – actors artists musicians – and I identified with the hours of practise to perfect their art… I mourned early that mine was a short artistic life…

But now I find that this is not the case.

Perfecting my art is limitless and endless, and I am still learning my trade; deepening it, investigating it through repeating the steps day after day after day.

My meditation on the move

Later…

I am just back from a brilliant birthday brunch with Fi… I enjoyed it so much, celebrating with my friend – life a celebration.

We met in Bronte which is on the Strand near Nelson’s column…  When I look up at the famous structure, I can never help but remember Rowan Atkinson’s sketch, when he acted an outraged French tourist seeing sex organs all over London…

“The Post Office Tower? PAH! It is the Post Office prick! Prince Charles gets married in St Paul’s Cathedral, which looks like an enormous titty! The biggest titty in the world! Nelson’s column? PAH! It is Nelson’s willy!”

I have never been able to think of it as anything else since…

Fi and I had so much fun; we laughed a lot, which is an overriding memory I have of our runs together – we were often stopped in our tracks, bent double with laughter… And we affirmed today too, the value of those long slow fun miles – and the amazing magic effect they have on running form, almost without even realising it…

Here is our vlog from our meet up; of course I wore special jewels on my bare feet for the occasion….

A Birthday blogette…

I have just returned from the most glorious birthday treat Hammam!

I loved the experience so much; lots of scrubbing with black soap and sloshing of buckets of water over us! Anadi and I had a ‘couples treatment’…

After we were clean and shiny as new pins, we were lead upstairs to our massage… Total heaven! And finally we soaked in a jacuzzi bath in a candle lit room, before relaxing with Moroccan mint tea.

Amazingly we found our way through the narrow cobbled streets, without getting lost this time! – To our home for now, beautiful Riad Saba in Marrakech….

One of the unexpected highlights of my Hammam, was that the manager thought I was Spanish!
I answered “Si’ instead of ‘Yes’, as I am so used to being in Spain….

He spoke to me in Spanish thereafter! And I understood everything and spoke back…!

We also spoke some English too… I said to Anadi that he must think my English very good for a Spanish person… 🙂

I have had such a brilliant birthday…

Anadi and I have been made so welcome by Jamal… We first came to Riad Saba sixteen months ago and it is wonderful to be back…

This morning we ran barefoot through the square in the Medina and found a park, with a football pitch where I did ten laps, striding the lengths and jogging the shorter bits…

As, I write the evening chanting is ringing out all around.

It heralded the start of my birthday at 5am…

A joyous beginning and end to the day.

And now to my birthday dinner….