Run a 5k in less than 30 minutes

hoping so

brain and body e v e r – s o o o – s l o w l y

I am the raindrops on the pavement.

My unintentional break from running and any exercise in fact, lasted two weeks!
5K and feeling better after each foot fall

Quizas, quizas, quizas

before I see the person, sometimes a long trailing scarf of a scent, sometimes shouting their arrival.
10k and I’m dodging the smells as I weave a safe route across cracked uneven pavings.

5k nearly stopped :(

the colour of the homemade smock I was wearing for the first time the day James called at my house to see if I wanted to play jumping off garage roofs with him and I’m running my 10k after work and after collecting my baby and cooking dinners for today and tomorrow whilst something about the humidity and the overpowering smell of May flowers reminds me and yet that essential feeling of excitement that was there after James had gone and mum finally relented and let me out running to catch him up was missing…when suddenly The Katzenjammers play the feeling into my ear:)

10k is not far enough

Crawling monster-faced to run 10k. My armoured body is heavy and my brittle insect legs weak.
Struggling hard to run uphill there is a splitting of body and will power as I begin to escape confinement. My ugly negative husk, attached only to the boniest outcrop of my spine and the needle points of my elbows now. I emerge, iridescent with perspiration and glass-light in the sunshine.

Two properly dressed gentlemen, poised and aloof on Peddar’s Lane pass me on penny-farthing bicycles. At The Ingate railway crossing a featherbowered set of partygowers roar past in an opentopped early motorvehicle.
Past the purring doorsteps, recumbant in the evening sunshine, to fields where plump cotton tailed rabbits scatter at the sound of my footfalls, I smell the applewood dad is burning in the garden.

where no cars go and the birds sing along to mouse sounds and auteche and amina and a little piece of the day is perfect