24-in-24 2012 the last one that we did!

MILE TWENTY-FOUR

Run run run run run

run run run run run run run

Now the sun is up.

24-in-24 2012: almost there.

MILE TWENTY

Home-made creme brulée

and 40's factory tunes

help revive vim.

MILE TWENTY-ONE

My right arch is weird

past ankle trauma? asks 'net

google is so smart.

MILE TWENTY-TWO

Three in the morning

peaceful and quiet, we hoped

nope, still loads of drunks.

MILE TWENTY-THREE

Penultimate mile!

and the sky is getting light

at last, no more rain.

24-in-24, mile 12-19, 6pm-1am

MILE TWELVE

Raining mega-big
shorts immediately soaked,
cars don't care, splash us.

MILE THIRTEEN




















A half-marathon
is way way way easier
over thirteen hours.

MILE FOURTEEN













It is still raining
this should not be surprising.
And yet: soppy sleeves.

MILE FIFTEEN (from here it's too wet for cameras, for a bit.)

Hello Sam! Hi Rick!
We run to your apartment
and eat your chocolate.

MILE SIXTEEN

This run starts out light
then goes royal, navy, pitch
I can't see my feet.

MILE SEVENTEEN

Change our clothes again
because everything is wet
running out of socks.

MILE EIGHTEEN

Neighbours are the best
this run powered by sushi,
whiskey in a globe.

MILE NINETEEN

Charlie starts to wane
says 'whatevs' and flops his arms.
Slight despair in rain.

24-in-24 2012 second installment

MILE SEVEN

That's enough working
on computers between miles,
let's go to Simon's!
















MILE EIGHT

Millions of people
all over Saturday town
runners cutting through.












MILE NINE
Board game with our friends
takes a momentary pause:
quick run around block.

















MILE TEN

Simon and Lizzie
and 'uncle' Steve gave us lunch
so good, now slooshing.













MILE ELEVEN
Why am I so tired?
Arch of foot, weird leg muscle,
suck it up, you guys!

24-in-24 Part 2012: First edition.

Hello Everybody,

I have been: Gigging!
In: Germany! And other places.
With: Erin! And other people.

But, you'll hear (or not hear) about that later. But not right now. Because right now is: 24-in-24!

Remember: last year?

When mom and dad and Chris all did it too and it was really, surprisingly, actually, fun and great?

Yes: It's that time again. This year, instead of mile-by-mile videos, though, we bring  you:

Mile-by-Mile Haiku.

MILE ONE

Only squirrels and birds

and Charlie and me, Emma

are up so early.

MILE TWO

The grass in the park

is really wet with dew

let's go back to bed.

MILE THREE

Going back to bed

makes us feel somewhat jet-lagged

let's run up a hill.

MILE FOUR

The golf course is nice

the view of Bath is stunning

when you run downhill.

MILE FIVE

I regret nothing.

Running after two waffles

is always worth it.

MILE SIX

Mile six is quite good

Beacause it's ten km

in Canada-talk.

To Charlie from a mountain on fire

I write to Charlie a lot. And he writes to me a lot. It's good, it's great. It's my favourite form of communication, probably, maybe after pizzacato.

So, with that in mind, how about a semi-regular feature:

To Charlie from...
 ?

This week's is from Fire on the Mountain Festival, where I played three gigs (one Waitress for the Bees, one with Nuala, one with Beth) yesterday and had a most amazing time. Here, here you go: 

"And oh, it was so good! Such a good festival day, today! Oh, oh, oh.

Some small northern children gave me a survey to find out my nature name. Turns out my nature name is 'Feather.'

And I played my gig and the tent was full and getting fuller and got an encore (at a festival?!) and sold CDS (at a festival!) and lots of nice and good-looking and friendly people said nice things after.

Oh, and a guy from the BBC world service was there approached me and took my card and will-be-in-touch.

And then! Climbed a mountain (Welsh-style mountain. Aka mini) with Liz Greenfield and Beth and were passed first by:

-Five Brown horses

then, a few minutes later, by

-Two Grey horses

then, a few minutes later, by

-One white horse.

Later on there was a point on the trail where it's forest on both sides and a gate in front you have to climb over, and, between us and the gate, all in a clump on the path, were all eight horses. Big huge horses with mega-powered legs. Probably docile and nice, but how could we know for sure? So we scrambled into the forest to try and find another way through, and the horses all tried to follow us. I had to yell at Liz, Dammit, Greenfield, faster! Faster or our lives!

And there was a sauna I went in. And afterwards a drummer friend showed me the one spot where the river was deep and we did cold cold plunges.

And two more gigs. One with wet hair, cold fingers, one without.

It was: very good. And that is the abbreviated story of my day. Yours?

x e"