When you're a kid you just run. And skip. And jump. Hop. Dance. Move with no purpose other than the mood taking you. The last time I did this was early July. We were at Thetford Forest to see Paul Weller. It was getting dark and we were making our way back from the stage when Bea and I just started running; then flying on the ground, just like this. For a split second I felt foolish, mainly because I hadn't been drinking I think, but then the moment passed and it felt... liberating.
Why do we stop this? Why do we stop running like we did as children? Arms outspread, shouting gleefully. Well obviously in the gym this wouldn't be ideal. The treadmills would have to be much further apart for a start. On the road would be ok but only if you run on country lanes. City streets not so good. You could quite easily take someone's eye out or more likely be knocked down as you zigzagged from pavement to road and back again.
Reunited with her best friend today, they did what all children do. They ran. Just because. I'm going to try it again very soon.
After dark.
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