26th May 2017 – Serpentine Last Friday of the Month 5k

•May 27, 2017 • Leave a Comment

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deckchairs and
ice cream lollies
boys ‘n girls play’n
keepie uppie
swans swooning lakeside
and then there was of course
heady heights ‘n heats of mid-day
the long, oh so long and good
last Friday 5k

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the Serpentine last friday 5k is, yes you guessed correctly: Serpentine RC Last Friday 5k

Serpentimes

•May 5, 2017 • Leave a Comment

​The words for this piece reside elsewhere.

Issue 4, Serpentimes – ‘A is for Abingdon’

“Serpentimes gives voice to the culture of the Serpentine Running Club”

Layer upon layered layer, wonderfully produced, crafted from the contributions of a band of regular and new contributor Serpentine’s.

In expression, a digital glance from within, by those who just are, the fabric of red and gold hoops.

I joined Serpentine RC in June 2015, ‘A is for Abingdon’ relays a part of that story, my experience of becoming, the emergent place of being, as in run, running.

Select the following link for: Issue 4 – Serpentimes: A is for Abingdon

and much, much more

crown2crown

•April 19, 2017 • Leave a Comment

this will be

for some, time

a last time

outing

racing (ish)

the c2c

crown to crown

out, east

out pits and seas

two / half years pass / past / ‘move on’

post, returns

time to

regroup / assess

move on

see you

come autumnal autumns

and races

a further

furthest

diolch

8 seconds shy……..

•April 12, 2017 • 2 Comments

a lot, a lot
of dust has gathered
and it will take some time to disperse

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get orf my shades sall – courtesy of mr langley of course

before leaving sheffield yesterday
to return, london bound
i was pressed to remind myself that
i’ve lived in london for the past
18 years
so deep had the currents of connection
swelled back in sheffield
a trauma inflicted
ones heart and senses skewed

and now, by the simple reaquaintance of 8 miles run
around serpentine, hyde park and kensington gardens
i know why it is here, london
where i am

but to be so swept up
swept along in the swell
of sheffield’s tides
helped glean
perspectives, that the daily can sometimes
just forget
taken for granted

the half
the yorkshire half marathon
the ‘sheffield ‘alf’
was always going to be a pivitol race
in this years calander
it was in its own way
my pilgrimage
back to running youth

it didn’t disappoint
surpassing expecatations
evoking, prodding
rekindling
many motivations
of which, a gathering
assembled

there were to be many reasons
to record each and every stride
taken

the start, and the gates of arundle
rumbled
underway

i know (knew) these roads so well
i had never expected the public face of sheffield
to be so evident, so generous of spirit
five miles of continual ups
more reminicent of le tour
hungry crowds willing
urging
beckoning
‘stay the pace’

out onto sheephill
over the brow
it was time to stretch into reserve
and flow
and flow i did
with keith and sally
joe and maisie
and of course
mr dore moor himself, geoffrey
all singing each and every stride along

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as caught by the one and only – mr dore moor – en route dore of course

wear a watch, i do
but rarely do
i take view
i never really considered a pb
on this of all courses
and had i known
i would be, just eight seconds shy
i would not have upped the game
upped the pace
because shy of eight
in those currents
of swirls
and eddies
had ‘t sheffield ‘alf
in tune
in motion,  full of

an emotional
92:45

when all settles
settles all

oh sheffield my

There is of course, always home..

•March 29, 2017 • 2 Comments

as is the way with the world these days
we are constantly being reminded
reminded of our digitally rich recent pasts
as today, again, prompted, proved
this time
three years ago, was he

he is
back, ‘on the run’
back there, in the region of 2 ½ years now
this image
courteously generated by Google as a reminder
shows a lloyd some 4 ½ stone enhanced from today’s
weigh in
and ‘there’, his familiar
finds one
in pub
his host
period
setting
and match

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an image
apprehended
navigated
9th april 2014

this 9th april
he returns ‘home’
sometimes he mentions home as being
somewhere in south wales… (his place of birth)
and then sometimes
sheffield
the city of his boyhood, youth and young manli’s
the city where he first learned also, to run

and it is for this reason he returns, ‘home’
to run
to run simply, the most important race he has run
since this return
back in 2014
post april 9th
post this image
where on that day, he imagined
running, simply as part, as parcel of, a delusional dream
along with all those ‘others’

only then, to be confounded
three years hence
the close proximities
of digital reminders
persistently perpetuating

and whilst
all the time…

this april 9th
he will set out in the ‘yorkshire’
or as he would have it
‘sheffield’ half marathon
running those very same roads
those young legs once joyed across
with regularity
from centre of town
up, ecclesall road
up, out towards ringinglow
up, out toward moor
before returning
down
back
dore
ecclesall road south
south to town, city
and to finish

but this day
not today
or yesterday’s
but this 9th april 2017
which in time
may realise
with reminders all of its own
wistful acts
of his place
three years passed
another him
another being
or maybe not so changed after all
maybe just the same old
as of that day
delusional
disillusions
dreams
echos

a boy just lost

lost in his heart
and rythem
of distant chimes
pianos running
running pianos
the romance of it all
drinks another drink
yet this time
a mile runs
another mile
and another
and
another

his heart
still pounding
with the effort of it all
but mainly
mainly because
its ‘home’
it always is home
the sheffield half
in sheffield
where the glass
the drinking glass
is alway
half full

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see you on the 9th

Abingdon

•October 29, 2016 • 2 Comments

in start

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was it the
bellowed
black
bags and
foil capes
whirled

or was it
the long, windy roads
leading
to a marathon

or
could it have been
in getting there
the feeling
always felt
days running
distant from
memory

or that both
brother
father
competed
completed
and in that way
their way
my way
my letting let
theirs down

or did i imagine
in whiling
hours
bar keeping
reconciling
dispositions
you know
the impositions
never able
to really
join in

abingdon marathon
emerged
a day
in arriving
en route
acquiesced
sunday’s
forgiveness

and by introduction
the week leading
a ‘taper’
beyond comprehension
‘easy’
that is not to say
marathon training
per se had preceded

and at work
the autumn snuffles
coughed and wheezed
sure enough
by friday
my best
gave way

the schedule set
saturday met
a short
1.8 miles
cogs
to loosen

this marathon
despite
would be on

i was pleased
both
start
and end
completed
on track

there would be
of course
moments
of beauty
by thames
my river
from london
a familiar friend

and those morning mists
which rise
with breakages
of sunlight raising
all that ran
comfortable
a steady pace ensued

so six miles in
a knee right
had been left
for the past
six months
but no the right
wanted the right
and slowly
began to ingrain
some pain

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to
halfway
in
95 minutes
an echo

the gradient of difficutly
rose
mile markers
slowed
at 20
this
untold
was it

i don’t know
didn’t
beyond here

all reasons
all repertoires
for
and against
consumed
this brutally
brutal
beauty

an ebb
a flow
thames passing
runner’s running
coming going
where once they
came and went

some stopped
to start again
to stop again
to start

near ending

and now
if i could just
forget
forget
a knee
from being dragged
dragging sinew
rather than
run
running

past near
st helen & st katharine
once upon
mother’s school

and find
found
finally
tilbury track
400 meters
or was that
440 yards
to go

now
120
head
lifts
ascending
upwards
beyond

just for
a moment

bevan boys
bevan girls
joined

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in finish

3:25.14
the clock stopped
and everything

else
simply
stopped

running pianos

•October 4, 2016 • 2 Comments

running and the piano
my closest companions
they feed off
one
another

both in their way
activities of patient endurance
developmental
emergent
journeys
unknown

solitary
personal
quiet

hours spent
over terrain
over keys
listening

marathon thoughts
myths dispelled
loves created
air breathed
hearts asunder

since childhood
these have been
and are
my passions

forever departing
departures