You Know Who You Are...
On Saturday night I went to bed and my foot hurt so much!
'I think its a process' I said to Anadi... It's come from seemingly nowhere and it's so intense, it feels like something shifting, moving, leaving my body...
I woke on Sunday morning and the pain had all but left, a dull ache remained in the arch and so I sat all day at 'the Grand', with my foot up...
Hanging out; Anadi edited my video about 'Girlfriend for a year' and another for my site, we ate breakfast, fruit salad, coffee and croissant...
The day unfolded...
A wedding party arrived; the Grand Prix roared around the track on the television across from our table, and a group of men gathered behind us to watch, intently focused....
Time rolled on, we ordered tea and took it outside to drink on the terrace and watch the sun setting behind Comino island across the harbour.
A whole day sitting about, and each time I stood up to go to the loo, my arch was happier, my movement more mobile,until the discomfort eventually left completely...
The pain was leaving my body....
I enjoy doing nothing sometimes... I like just being without moving 'a mediation on the sitting about', rather than 'on the move'!
I remembered Lao Tzu's words...
'At the centre of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want'.
All we need do is be still and listen, we know all we need to know about who we are, and we can establish this with what resonates for us in our physical experience here...
I know I want to run, and to run sometimes requires 'not going running'...
Monday
I am sitting on a wall in the shade waiting for a bus...
I caught the no 322 here to Rambla earlier while Anadi ran...
We met up and swam in the sea and then sat chatting on a log in the sun, before going to a restaurant on the beach and eating tuna salad...
I could have run today, but chose to give my foot one more day...
I have learnt; the way I have learned most of my lessons... The hard way! That the extra day, when you don't think you need it, can make all the difference...
'Rest don't test'...
I can remember hurting my foot a week before I was to run 100k in Copenhagen...
Six days before the race, I could hardly put my foot to the floor...
It felt like a clearing then too, and I didn't run a step until a gentle three miles, two days before on the Thursday...
I travelled on the Friday and hey presto all was well for 62 miles of running the next day...
I had learnt the hard way from testing instead of resting in the past, and not made the start line at all....!
And so that is why today I chose the bus...
I rather like my wall. A cockerel is crowing, the breeze is rustling the bamboo canes beside me...
And more folk are gathering to catch the 322 to Mgarr...