The loneliness of the long distance runner, was a short story by Alan Sillitoe and also a film – I’ve just learned courtesy of the inter web. Like many people I had heard the phrase but didn’t really recall what it was about. I am not an ‘angry young man’ in a borstal running and earning privileges. I am a happy middle aged runner, who this year is running long distances – although I have a feeling I may well still be running long distances for years to come.
When I run, although I run on my own, I am never alone, because I have the good wishes and encouragement of my friends and family and in particular a special group of friends. These people I know very well, but in truth I don’t actually know them at all. These are the Health Unlocked and C25K Beyonders Groups. It’s fair to say I could probably walk past most of them in the street and not recognise them. There’s a few I would, but most are running friends hidden from view by user names and avatars. I guess they’d probably say the same about me. Yesterday I updated my HU and Beyonders group on the forums, just to let them know how my Alzheimer’s Challenge was going, and I’ve been blown away, by the support and encouragement given by my running friends.
When I set out this morning for my run, I wanted to do 10km, because that would get me below the ’90km to go’ mark, but there’s something about receiving a whole load of good luck messages and also three donations to my sponsorship that really spurred me on. I started out in East Central London – Barbican area, and I had promised Mummycav that I’d keep on with my search for her missing mojo.
First off I spotted the Crossrail excavator, surely a mojo wouldn’t be operating heavy machinery on a Sunday morning? Probably not, so I continued my way up West, pausing to get the long awaited refund from a shop, I bounced my way along Holborn, Fleet Street and made a small stop at Somerset House to admire the Fortnum & Mason Christmas tree and the skaters. Surely Mummycav’s mojo would have passed this way. It’s friendly and fun and look at that tree. What’s not to like? I then made a tactical error and made my way on Embankment to Westminster bridge, I would like to say I was running, but it was an occasional spurt when space permitted, as it was chock full of tourists. I was ninja-ing my way through them and had to smile as there was a fellow runner doing exactly the same. Then a decision to make – run along the SouthBank or not?, and I did – mmm – that was a bit stupid JCR, but in fairness I had company with my stupidity – the fellow runner did exactly the same too.
Now there were two ninjas darting in and out of the tourists, I’m not sure Mummycav’s mojo would have been here, as she would have got squashed. Ordinarily I can get a bit tetchy when there’s too many people around, but this tourist avoidance run, was entirely of my own making and this time it was fun, because sometimes I was smaller/niftier than the other runner and could get ahead, at others he was more aggressive than me and did some parkour type actions to sprint ahead. We managed to stay more or less in synch until we reached Tower Bridge at which point he bombed into the Underground and I carried on into the City, at which point calmness resumed.
I’d done about 12km and the legs felt fine so on I continued, no sign of a mojo in the City, but I certainly didn’t feel any loneliness. 2kms running in and around Fenchurch Street and I made my way home, to sneak in a nifty 15kms. The loneliness of the long distance runner wasn’t an affliction for me at all, in fact I was accompanied by my HU and Beyonders friends.
Three in particular, who donated yesterday, gave me a real incentive to kick my heels and get out. Babbo Natale arrived early in the shape of these lovely runners – a big, big, big thank you to MimiRossi, Kim Terry and of course her highness Irish Princess – seeing your donations and lovely goodwill messages gave me wings today and I laughed in the face of my 10km target and did 50% more. That is the difference between running on your own, but not alone. Thank you.
Trying out the birthday number ones playlist …
You Got What It Takes – Marv Johnson ( this is mine – it is rubbish)
Cathy’s Clown – Everley Brothers (Mr JCR’s)
Maggie May – Rod Stewart
Keep On Running – Spencer Davis Group
Cum On Feel The Noize – Slade
I’m Into Something Good – Herman’s Hermits
The Loveliest Night Of The Year – Mario Lanza
Hot Love, Metal Guru – T Rex
Cars – Gary Numan
9 to 5 – Dolly Parton
Mambo No 5 – Lou Bega
Mona Lisa – Nat King Cole
Hello Goodbye, Please Please Me – The Beatles
Tigerfeet – Mud
The Wonder Of You and Good Luck Charm – Elvis Presley
Fire – The Crazy World of Arthur Brown
Spirit In The Sky – Norman Greenbaum
January – Pilot
Living Doll – Cliff Richard and The Drifters
I’m A Believer – The Monkees
Come On Eileen – Dexys (Kim Terry – yours came up!!!)
I Heard It Through The Grapevine – Marvin Gaye
Have I The Right – The Honeycombs
I’ll Never Find Another You – The Seeker
Heart Of Glass – Blondie
Average Pace 6:56
Elevation Gain 92 metres
Kms Run 1933.48
Kms to Run 84.52