Wild snakes in a lightning storm – what it’s like to go running with MS

road in the forest

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.

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