Above is how I saw it on the way out: the unearthly grunting is my laboured breath as I go pelting along the narrow paths, taking sharp turns as the way is narrow and unpredictable. It's great to exercise and feel the sweat forming on your brow, your body aching, telling you to stop but really I know my body can do much more. As I descend steep dunes my legs automatically adjust to the speed and I find myself coursing down at much higher speed than I normally manage. So I know I can do it. My body has told me this. It's a frantic run though and I am tired (and a bit hungover, dammit) but I love this sharp cold North sea air pinching my at my face.
Then there's the pay off. This is another way of seeing the same stretch of beach and dunes: calmness.
The crashing of the waves is soothing, its pulsing is lulling me into a feeling of safety and serenity. Even the industry at Tees mouth isn't going to spoil this calm moment for me. It's the same place but different approaches. Rush through life or meditate on it. Or both.
To top it off I see a lone oyster catcher on the way back and he's calmly pondering the water's edge. Wonderful.
2 comments:
Nice post.
It was a good reminder to enjoy the moment. I often feel rushed as I race from one obligation to another. Thanks.
I get the same feeling walking in the peak district.
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