I got in the car for the return from Perraivou around 23:00 and had a monologue: "Oh, my God, what I lived today". At work with various situations, at the Hospital Agios Dimitrios with the outstanding dental department, at my older's son activity, at the super market with my younger son before the playground, at home before and after, at my older son's extra activity with preparation and distress, at the activity itself. In the intermediate time how many incidents, how many thoughts, how many smaller or bigger things. Right afterwards at the appointment with running. How many things we said with Christos while running. I don't remember having discussed so much the years I run, except for discussing with myself.
The weather was more than wonderful, the pictures from the town and Thermaikos incredibly beautiful and clear, moving up to the ship we turned off the torch; we didn't need it, the town sent us its light.
I was thinking how lucky the wild animals are, which live on the mountain and have a great view every time. We were running and were annoyed by the sound of our steps, so magic it was, so much we wanted to enjoy the moments within the night.
Discussions, silent moments, steps, breaths, thoughts, in a full night harmony. the process of running is unique, in a way nomadic, socially nomadic if you think better and I remember the discussion about the tribes we had some time.
During the return we said that with the night conditions we could run all night long. Time passed and left behind the 215th consecutive day of the running project, completing at the same time seven months of life.
In the end, as I was driving the car, the old but never forgotten love came. Radio. I was listening to a programme and I felt as if it was me.
I've been thinking some ideas for radio programmes about running for a long time, they have to come out, these programmes should turn into praxis some time; when ideas remain ideas they leave a negative sense.
And this doesn't match with the nature of running...