Plenty to smile about

I was humbled that, at Christmas, my folks thanked me for my psychological support during last year.  I find it interesting that that despite being a highly evolved species, it is often the simple stuff that makes a difference to how we think and how we feel.

Take smiling for example.  It may be an automatic response to something we like or find amusing, but if you give yourself a big smile as you sit reading this, your mind will probably disregard the fact that you smiled for no apparent reason and post-rationalise that you’re feeling happy… which you will then feel.  You may even enjoy reading this post more, even though it’s a slightly obscure one.

It was late when I dragged myself from bed this morning and I played my guitar whilst supping my way through two quadspressos… before finally pushing myself out the front door at around twenty to midday.  I have a sense that Michael Apter’s fascinating Reversal Theory applies to my runs as well since, unlike last week, I had no desire to get muddy whatsoever.  In fact I was definitely in a telic (task-focused) mode rather than a playful para-telic!

I opted for my ten-mile pavement route on the basis that I could turn around early if required… the cough that I had all through Christmas is still lingering around, which is why I reluctantly turned down the offer of a run with Mark Johnson yesterday.

You may think that running alongside the road would be somewhat tedious, but I happen to be passionate about cars and motorbikes and it didn’t take long before I found myself smiling inanely at a Kawasaki as it rumbled past.  I smiled at more cars, some without thinking and some deliberately.  A Morgan with the top down, a Boxster, a 911, some MX5s… each time getting a little rush of happiness to ease the physical effort of running.

I smiled at neat new fences and tidy gardens and even at the thought that had clearly gone into the design of a new property on the southern outskirts of Hassocks.  I especially smiled as I acknowledged the people I passed along the route… some of them clearly needed a little extra happiness in their lives, whilst others were as Larry as me!

I reached the 5-mile turn point in 45 minutes… I smiled about that too, since it had felt like hard going.

The return leg was slower and definitely harder work and I was glad that I wasn’t trying to keep up with Mark, but the smiles kept coming.  A new red 911 4S convertible (BIG smile!), an old 911S, a neat new Jag convertible, a Ducati , more people (including some that I passed for a second time), more houses and gardens.

It’s curious how easily we can make life more interesting and less stressful: deciding not to get irritated at groups of people taking up the whole pavement, giving a nervous motorist extra time at a junction without adding to their stress, thanking someone who let us out or sorry to someone we have inconvenienced, saying good morning to elderly neighbours (one of whom stopped to give me a lift to the station as I jogged to catch my train, even though she probably has no idea where I live) or even just giving ourselves a little more time to get to work in the morning, or more space to the car in front of us.

Those of you familiar with my work and my England Garden Gang concept probably realise my wider belief that there are plenty of simple ways to make a difference in our organisations and in society too, with a little additional effort but no great sacrifice… for example keeping our neighbourhoods neat rather than assuming it’s the responsibility of someone else.  There’s plenty of stuff to smile about!

Towards the end of my run I passed several curry houses with their delicious aromas hanging in the stillness of the flat grey day, but rather than smiling this just made me feel hungry… such that I announced an urgent requirement for minestrone soup and toast when I eventually dragged myself back through the front door, quickly to be followed by two cups of tea and two hot cross buns.

10 miles in 1.33, 6.45mph and though my legs are already heavy, I can’t help smiling at the positive effect my run will probably have on my body and soul.

Despite whatever aches you might have, feel free to join me in a BIG smile as you wake up tomorrow morning if you want to improve your chances of having an excellent day!

Back to the Bronze Age

A couple of weeks back I went to Plumpton Agricultural College where the Principle, Des Lambert, gave members of BHBPA a guided tour of the facility.  It was a really interesting evening, which started by him driving us up onto the Downs in a LandRover to show us the college from above.  Once up there he gave us a fascinating history lesson of the area, which included pointing out where there had been a Bronze Age settlement.  He also regaled us with tales of a couple of the interesting characters who are often to be found walking up on the Downs.

So my task today, after the second ‘no-run’ Sunday in a month last weekend (more about that later), was to find said settlement starting from my folks place.

I had envisaged it as a fairly straightforward run with a diversion, but when I reached the top of Woodingdean I decided to try running along the new path that follows the Falmer Road to, er… Falmer.

Once over the A27 bridge and through the other half of the village I passed Cliff’s old place (the house, incidentally used to be old and full of character/s, but now sadly has the appearance of a new-build) and then noticed a path opposite, which I followed up to the Uni sports pavilion.  From here I took the path towards Blackcap, but dropped off to the left at the top of Waterpit Hill.  [Yes, Cliff, I’m looking at the map!]  This goes down and then up steeply to my goal.

There’s not much to see (the people are all long gone, for starters), but it’s a beautiful tract of land with a wooded valley winding down the hill.  And amazingly, one of the people that Des mentioned, Michael, who was out for a walk.  He was the kind of charming and interesting gentlemen, like Des himself, whom one could have happily chatted to all day, so I at least paused to chat for a short time… while he gallantly prevented one of his dogs from eating me!

The land eventually rejoins the South Downs Way but not where I expected it to, so I’m glad I didn’t stick to my original plan!  From there I took a wander up to the next wood to see if I could see the remnants of an old house Des had mentioned… alas no joy though.

Then I struck for home again, this time running down towards Balmer Farm.  In the midst of the farm was a lone signpost propped up against the wall and though I was fairly certain that it was pointing in the wrong direction, I followed it across towards Falmer to save myself having to run alongside the busy A27.  The downside was that it crossed a deep valley and by the time I reached the top of the other side, near the sports pavilion, I was pooped.  And on the wrong side of a barbed wire fence… so the sign was definitely not correct.

I ate some jelly babies and made my way down into Falmer before retracing my steps back along the Falmer Road path, returning to my folks’ place in 2.17.  Allowing for maybe 10 minutes split between talking to Michael and searching for an absent house, I covered the 10.9 miles at an average pace of 5.15mph.  Pitiful pace, but a really wonderful run!

I mentioned that there was a reason for my absence from these pages last weekend.  You can find it at www.EnglandGardenGang.org.  It may sound a bit crazy, but it’s worth a thought!  Enjoy!