Okay, no video blog for the run journal today. the missus is wrapped up for the weekend in her big woolly white dressing gown that we have dubbed her bear outfit and I feel far too self-conscious about spitting into a webcam with her about.
Today I ran four laps of Brockwell Park, listening to a podcast about whether bacteria are conscious. It was a pretty interesting listen, I had to play it over twice due to inner and outer distractions.
There's a mature asian woman that walks around the jogging track, I've seen her before. She looks very serious and a tad joyless. I'm sure I sometimes look the same. I make all kinds of stupid faces as I daydream, which happens a lot. I don't do class-A's any more but when I did I was the gurning champion of the south east. I'd ride a buzz for a while, quite happy until I overheard a voice from the outside world saying "look at that fucked up bloke over there..." Another time, when meeting a girlfriend's parents, she said something to the father in Cantonese and he replied gruffly. I found out afterwards the the mother had said" He looks like the kind of man that makes stupid faces all the time" and the father replied "Yes he is"
So I cant be too judgemental about the facial expressions of others.
I thought I was going to take it to 5 laps today, but my body said seemed to say "You must be fuckin' joking, sunshine!" so out of the gates I went. I've learned to listen to my body a lot while running. Sometimes my body and my mind have it out, sometimes they run in perfect harmony, sometimes I'm only one or the other. I like it both ways, when I'm only my mind I sink into a daydream and forget everything about the run, I might as well be asleep or in a trance. It's also quite blissful when I'm only my body, I'm just running, without thinking about it. My attention is like the glacial surface of an undisturbed pond on a windless day. I run and breathe. This is when I perhaps most resemble the countless animalcules and bacteria that make up my body, all working away at their task, barely aware of anything else. I have no idea if I could even be called conscious when I occupy this state, I feel as conscious as everything else about me.
But anyway, are bacteria conscious? I'm still none the wiser on that one but you can catch the podcast here and make up your own mind. I've worked out a little technique for listening to these things while running, I pretend that I'm the person speaking rather than listening and it seems to work, not sure how. Incidentally, the only time I ever ran five laps was a few weeks ago while listening to the Dalai Lama. Not bad for a monk.
4 laps= 7.5 miles, week in total 28.3 miles.
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