I wish I were running fast and free

It may be the cold, but more likely my age (but I know I mustn't let my age dictate my actions) but I do often find running hard work. I tend to limit myself to c. 5 miles during the winter (ok so I'm soft) and that is not enough to get runner's high. But I can dream.

Not me! But it reminded me of my dream

Last night and the night before I dreamt I was running fast and free. Free from aches and pains, free from loss of breath, free from tiredness, able to speed along without growing weary. I don't know where I was running: it hardly matters - suffice it to say I was not familiar with the route but it was beautiful. Amazing how the brain can supply 3D landscape imagery - where does it get its data from? It took me along a rough footpath on one occasion, along a track in another. At one point I stopped abruptly with a fast flowing river ahead, too fast and too deep to ford. There were a couple of other runners there contemplating what to do next. But the path opened up on the left, alongside the river - and then I woke up.

More on seventy

 

I opened a new box of Shreddies this morning and too my surprise saw that Shreddies were a similar age to myself. Is this significant?  Yes, I think so in as much as Shreddies is at least one of my most favourite breakfast cereals. Yes, I know there are cheaper look-a-likes on the market but they don't taste as good.

And whilst we are on the subject, on February 28, 1953, James Watson and Francis Crick discovered the structure of DNA.  And (if you believe in such things) it was 70 years ago that the danger of carbon dioxide build-up in the atmosphere first travelled around the world.

For what it's worth...