As a kid, I liked running. Our street curved around a disused quarry that had an active train line running through and Tickhole Tunnel plunged through the rock.
The smooth asphalt took a sharp incline up to the busy main road with four lanes of traffic and a red stop sign. From the house, up past the quarry to the stop sign and back was a perfect one kilometre. Sometimes my brother rode his Peewee Fifty motorcycle.
Mostly I ran by myself. Running with rabbits. There were times I climbed the creamy sandstone rocks and clambered up the flat concrete roof of the tunnel, and watched the trains roar underneath me. I felt like I could have anything I set my mind to. That my creative power was vast.Continue reading “Wild snakes in a lightning storm – what it’s like to go running with MS”