Just how grim can it get up north? (Actually, it's quite nice.) One woman's not-so-lonely journey into the Northern heartlands.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Seriously. Is that the time?
Cor blimey.Where does life go? This is an official announcement I am coming back to blogging (if blogging will have me).
Tomorrow my kids run in the mini and junior Great North Run, so I thought I would post my diary entry for this time last year ...
Saturday 17th September 2011
Watching them run inspires me. Not just my kids - all of them: those grinning, tiny, pink-winged fairies running alongside a huffing, puffing Daddy; cowgirls in glittering stetsons; three-legged teenage racers their arms wrapped around one another, a paper explanation pinned to one girl’s teeshirt “I’m doing this for my aunty”. Can that aunty see her do this? Is she proud? And if she can’t, I’ll be proud on her behalf. Proud too of those kids in wheelchairs pushed up steep banks by gritty mums and dads – faces ablaze with sweat and loyalty: a teenage boy with muscular dystrophy surrounded by his family urging him on, willing him on, as he leaned into his walking frame, frail legs twisted under him, moving on and on to the finish line. The generosity, the energy, the purity of the young. Their willingness to own up to their love; their readiness to struggle, to climb the hills and make it to the end for us. This week my children – all those children – they did enough.
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18 comments:
Sorry I seem to have forgotten how to spell. The previous comment should have read: Thanks for all the comments while I was away. I will respond properly next week. Wifey x
I don't know what time it is exactly, but I do know it's late - and therefore high time you put in an appearance.
*grin*
19How lovely to hear that you have come back to blogging. Oh how we've all missed you!
I've kept visiting your blog site, only to be met by your last blog, and really thought you had disappeared out of the bloggersphere.
We have freinds running in the Great North Race - (sponsored for a local cancer charity)
Well, you're still in my reader, obviously! Welcome back, though I think you'll find blogging very different now. Well done to your children on the Run.
What a nice surprise to see a post from you again! Blogging seems to get into the blood somehow and, like you, whatever else is happening in my life, sometimes I just find myself drifting back...
Im glad you are back and I can get my fix of your blogging from my favourite corner of the world. Was watching the GNR yesterday as I always do and hope your littlies enjoyed themselves
Looking forward to catching up with all your news
Oh. Welcome back. Looking forward to reading your posts. Lx
thanks for welcoming me back (sound of creaking bones and bats flying out of belfries - mine of course not yours).
Iota (and indeed anyone who has a two-pennorth to put on the table): tell me how has blogging changed? I know people tweet like fury these days, and every now and then I read blogging was dead...?
thanks for welcoming me back (sound of creaking bones and bats flying out of belfries - mine of course not yours).
Iota (and indeed anyone who has a two-pennorth to put on the table): tell me how has blogging changed? I know people tweet like fury these days, and every now and then I read blogging was dead...?
Oh, thank god! You're back!
I have twitter but I cant seem to get to grips with it. I still blog reasonably regularly and am an addict to reading blogs. I love hearing snippets of peoples lives (its the nosey parker in me) and seeing what folks are up to
I hope blogging lives on
Welcome back! I've missed your posts and can't wait to read your new ones...
So glad you're back!
Hm... I might have to write a post on the subject.
In a nutshell, it's just so very much bigger. Everyone is a tinier fish in a huger pond.
SHE'S BAAAAAACK!!!! YAY!!!
re SueBee: hello again>
re Iota: yes write a post. I want to hear all about it.
As an American who lived in Jesmond in the late 70s, I am delighted to see you back in the saddle.
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