I've always been a solo runner. For over two decades, running has
been my time to think, pray, process, destress. To the rhythm of my feet, I
write poems, compose tunes, grow ideas, plan projects. Running was - and still
is - my therapy.
Last year I joined Achilles as a sighted guide. Not only am
I now running with others, I am literally attached. It has infused my running
with whole new level of meaning. I point out the path; they help me see much more. Each synchronised step I am humbled, inspired,
challenged.
And I am reminded that though this world can be dark – indeed, very dark - there is also light. Much light.
Which sometimes takes the form of a blind runner and guide in yellow shirts.
