Ran home from work three days ago on Tuesday. It was only 12km, a short one for me, but was the most difficult run ever. It wiped me out for days but then today I easily stormed through to 17km, my first ever 10-mile plus. Sometimes there is no logic to running!
On Tuesday, as I ran past some local fields, a two metre wide grass-covered mound caught my eye. It was the only mound in that field and was probably the result of rootstock from a fallen tree years before. There were no flowers anywhere in the field except for this mound which was covered in daisies. It struck me as looking just like a grave of a Rider of Rohan from The Lord of the Rings, Ruby's favourite book and film. I lost my breath and cried. I barely made it home.
I often think of Ruby thundering across Rohan on horseback, hair flowing, bow and quiver across her back, a broad smile from ear to ear, feeling at home as if she belongs there. She does.
Philosophy class tonight- virtue ethics. How is one to live?
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