Kindly submitted by Peter Gilbert.
Breathing in, breathing out. Air into the lungs, breath of
life. Feet, legs, eyes, mind, spirit and heart all connected.
I notice the sights, smells, sounds and sensations of my
surroundings as I run with a group of companions down
the Worcester Canal to Diglis Canal Basin and its sign
displaying the number of locks to Tewkesbury and
Birmingham. We cross over the bridge, past the imposing
13th century cathedral of St Oswald and up towards the
Old Bridge, where a rowing eight is shooting through the
arches, scattering swans as it goes. We double back to pick
up the tail-enders, as the proud boast of Worcester Joggers
is that ‘We don’t leave anybody behind’.
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