He had chosen some simple, memorable aspects of Chi-Kung to teach us in this introductory session, aiming to send us away more interested in the art and with the ability to replicate the patterns and derive genuine benefit from only a short intervention.
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In addition to skinning my ankle on Sunday, I seem to have sprained it too. Not badly, but enough to make me jump with the dull pain (like the shock of a weak electric fence) every now & then through the run and on through the day. I fully intended to run this morning, but there was ice on the car outside and I wimped out. Which was a real shame, as the ice had melted by the time the dawn broke and it really wasn’t that bad when I walked to work. The upside was that It did get me thinking of some blues lyrics! I’ve forgotten to mention over the last couple of weeks that I keep kicking my left heel with the castellated inside sole edge of my right shoe and it has slowly been getting worse. Today I kicked it a few more (excruciating) times and have now finally resorted to Compeed! You may think I am being very unkind, but there are some unwritten laws (well, actually they are not even unwritten now, are they?) and this is one of them. If there is one thing that running teaches you, it is perseverance. I thought this as I walked home on Friday night with three heavy bags of shopping, stopping only once to answer my mobile. And I thought it again this morning as I ran off down the road aiming for a slightly longer than normal [...] This morning was bright and slightly chilly… sufficiently so to warrant longs, although the gloves might have been overkill. Not that I took them off, of course! I headed out to Ote Hall, past Wivelsfield Church and then out towards what I now know is Wivelsfield Hall. (I don’t reach it and I’ve only seen what [...] Those of you who know my brother Nigel, might be interested to read this. The rest of you might like to see the photos. A few quick photos of the magical path… The path through Blackbrook Woods was also wet and it was at this point that I switched to wet style running… that is, running straight down the path and through the middle of anything in the way. Once your feet are wet, there seems little point in wasting time around the slippery margins. |
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