Tuesday, 26 November 2024

Ship to Wreck - Florence and the Machine

Don't wreck your Ship...
The Fighting Temeraire, tugged to her last berth to be broken up is a painting by the English artist Joseph Mallord William Turner, painted in 1838. It depicts the 98-gun HMS Temeraire, one of the last ships to have played a role in the Battle of Trafalgar, being towed up the Thames by a paddle-wheel steam tug, towards its final berth in Rotherhithe to be broken up for scrap.

The painting hangs in the National Gallery, London, having been bequeathed to the nation by the artist in 1851, as part of the Turner Bequest. In a poll organised by BBC Radio 4's Today programme in 2005, it was voted the nation's favourite painting it was even featured in the movie Skyfall.

 

There’s a whole out with the old, in with the new theory that accompanies the painting, and Wiki has a great commentary if you are interested.

 

Anyway, it's always been one of my 'Go-to' things to see, if I have a spare moment when I'm in London. And I was there again this morning where the gallery was exceedingly busy, mostly with tourists, and got me thinking at just how many eyes have ever viewed this work.

 

It’s difficult to predict precisely how many people but the gallery attracts approximately 5-6 million visitors annually and since the painting is one of the most iconic works in the collection, a significant portion of these visitors must have seen it.

 

Multiply that number by the odd century or so and it could well be hundreds of millions. You see, people from far and wide come to see with their own eyes Turner's artistic magic.

 

Don't get me wrong as I did also see ‘An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump’

'Mr and Mrs Andrews' and 'The Stonemasons Yard' whilst I was there (Wright, Gainsborough and Canaletto would be proud of me) - I mean why wouldn't you see the nations’ favourite, as The Fighting Temeraire is the Bohemian Rhapsody in the Queen back catalogue, the Cullinan Diamond in the Coronation Crown and an ever-constant in a constantly changing world.

 

I first saw it when I was 18 or so and marvelled at it then and will continue to marvel at it for as many years I have to come. It's great that somethings never change and that we get tired of them.

 

You see the world is full of man-made wonder if you go looking for it. 

 

So I’d like to know what’s your point of reference – what’s your Fighting Temeraire?


1,201 Marathons - 284 Ultras - 9 GWR - 17 MDS - 1 Life

Saturday, 23 November 2024

The Dark Side of the Gloom…

Winter has for a long been a time of darkness and depression. Whilst some people embrace the season as a time for cozy evenings in, warm drinks, and holiday celebrations, for others, it can feel like a heavy, inescapable fog. Seasonal depression, more formally referred to as Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), is a common yet deeply personal struggle that affects millions of people in the UK. For those who experience this pervasive gloom, winter can feel endless, its grey skies mirroring an inner emotion of doom and gloom.

The most immediate and obvious contributor to Winter depression is the lack of daylight. As the daylight gets shorter, our exposure to sunlight diminishes, disrupting our body’s internal clock, or circadian rhythm that governs when we feel awake and when we feel sleepy. Reduced sunlight can lead to a drop in serotonin, the neurotransmitter that plays a crucial role in mood regulation, and melatonin, which affects sleep patterns.

 

The biological impact of these changes can be profound. The darkness affects how the brain functions and the chemical imbalance manifests itself as lethargy, irritability, and a persistent sadness that feels as cold and immovable as the frozen ground itself.

 

Winter forces us indoors. It cuts us off from our social connections and activities that sustain us during the warmer months. Venturing out for walk in the park or meeting friends for coffee, becomes far less appealing, if not outright impossible. Even for those who aren’t naturally extroverted, the absence of human interaction can intensify feelings of loneliness.

 

Christmas Holidays, which are typically framed as joyous occasions, can exacerbate these feelings for people dealing with depression. They bring expectations of happiness, family togetherness, and festivity that can feel like an unbearable contrast to one’s internal state. For some, this season is a stark reminder of loss, whether it’s the absence of a loved one or the unfulfilled promise of relationships and goals.

 

As far as going for a run, it’s a truly Baltic experience. The thought of getting wet through or running on icy roads are just two good reasons to close the curtains and get back into a nice warm comfy bed.

 

The loss of physical inertia often feeds into a state of mental stagnation. A lack of activity can leave the mind free to ruminate on negative thoughts, creating a downwards spiral that deepens the depressive state. The motivation to combat these feelings dwindles as the season progresses, creating a cycle that becomes impossible to break.

While others might marvel at the beauty of snow-covered landscapes, those grappling with seasonal depression often perceive the same scenes as lifeless and bleak.

 

Acknowledging that these feelings provide a glimmer of hope. While this doesn’t erase the pain, it frames the experience as something with an endpoint.

 

One of the most effective treatments for SAD is light therapy, which involves sitting near a specialised light box that mimics natural sunlight. This simple practice can help reset the circadian rhythm and boost serotonin levels, alleviating some symptoms of depression.

 

Establishing a daily routine can also help combat the aimlessness that often accompanies seasonal depression. Regular sleep, exercise, and meals provide a sense of normality and control, even when things feel bleak.

 

While winter might make socialising more difficult, staying connected to loved ones is vital. Even a quick phone call or an online chat can remind us that we’re not alone in our struggles.

 

Embracing winter, rather than resisting it, can also help. Activities like running, or simply walking in the snow can provide fresh air and a sense of achievement. Dressing warmly and spending even a few minutes outdoors during daylight hours can make a significant difference.

 

One of the paradoxical lessons of winter depression is the importance of acceptance. Fighting against feelings of sadness often intensifies them. Instead, acknowledging and naming these emotions can provide a sense of relief. 

 

Accepting winter as a natural part of the cycle of life can be a small but meaningful shift in perspective. Just as the earth rests and regenerates during these months, so too can we. Winter might strip the world of colour and warmth, but it also lays the groundwork for Spring’s renewal.

 

Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) has been particularly effective in treating SAD, as it helps folk reframe negative thought patterns and develop healthier coping mechanisms. One of the most isolating aspects of winter depression is the belief that you’re alone in feeling this way. Sharing these feelings with others can create a sense of solidarity and understanding.

 

Winter, for all its challenges, is a shared human experience. It is a season that reminds us of the importance of resilience and community. Even in its darkest moments, there is light to be found, whether in a fleeting patch of sunlight, the warmth of a friend’s voice, or the promise of Spring’s eventual arrival.

 

Being depressed by winter is not simply a matter of disliking cold weather or preferring the sun - it’s a complex interplay of biological, psychological, and environmental factors. 

 

But before you know it, Spring will be with us and the daylight hours will grow, and the warmth of the sun will return. Until then, small acts of care, staying connected, and embracing the stillness - can guide us through the season’s darkest days.


And if you are training for your ‘A’ race next year, then this is the time to get out there and make the most of the Dark Side of the Gloom, you can start by changing your mindset today.


1,201 Marathons - 284 Ultras - 9 GWR - 17 MDS - One Life

Wednesday, 6 November 2024

Marathon - Rush

Middlekerke - 1997
I find it hard to believe but I ran my first ever marathon, 30 years ago today. And what a ride it's been, especially as in just a few days I'll be running my 1200th at the Druids Challenge! When I set out on the Telford Marathon, on that fateful Sunday morning in 1994, I never thought that I'd still be running marathons well into my sixties or that I would have run so many.

Why? Well I still enjoying covering the magical 26 miles 385yards distance or more as I love the feeling of accomplishment that a marathon always seems to deliver. And I've run some of the hardest, hottest, longest and even sandiest races there are and yes, also some were really muddy, wet and dull but I've enjoyed them all.

A marathon is a marathon at the end of the day and the greatest gift has actually been meeting and making new friends along the way. You know who you are. And if you are going the Druid Challenge this weekend please make sure you say hello and be part of my landmark marathon - see you there.

1,197 Marathons - 281 Ultras - 17 MDS - 9 GWR - One life

Sunday, 3 November 2024

Photograph - Def Leppard

A day in July 1970...
Most of my blogs are about running however, I wanted to share a moment that happened to me the other day. Now, as you know I live in Cardiff, but I grew up in Stratford-upon-Avon and lived there for some 37 years and have very many fond memories and am still in touch with many old school-mates and friends.
 

Feeling nostalgic, I joined the, ‘Stratford-upon-Avon Now and Then’ Facebook Group’ where folk post old photos of the town, people comment mostly on how much it was better in the ‘old days’.

 

Anyway, the above pretty innocuous photo of the Railway Station was added with the caption ‘Lots of people mingling for a railway special at Stratford. Now, I don’t know what made me look closely at the picture, my inquisitive nature or that it felt kinda familiar BUT when I looked at the bottom right corner, I saw myself at 8 years of age, next to my Grandad with my elder brother next to him.

 

A cold shiver down the spine moment. You see, the photo shows a moment in time, of a day I’d forgotten. A day in July 1970, spent with my Grandad seeing the Castle Class 7209 Clun Castle (which he fired) come into the station and for him to excitedly take his Grandchildren on the footplate and relive some of his memories too.

 

It got me thinking about the memories we make, and then simply forget. If we had an iPhone back in 1970, no doubt we’d have documented the day and would have photos and videos of the whole experience rather than this one random photo.


However, memories are made in the soul as well as in the mind perhaps and I’m endeavouring to hang on to as many as I can, so when I’m much older I can replay the memory in my mind just as I have with this one brief snapshot.


1,197 Marathons - 281 Ultras - 17 MDS - 9 GWR - A Life FULL of Memories