As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do. – Zachary Scott
Let’s get this straight from the outset. I hated PE at school. So much so that as soon as I reached Sixth Form and could exercise some choice (the only thing I planned on exercising), I opted for crown green bowling. I was never really one for holidays either. They seemed like a waste of money which could have been spent on… well, pretty much anything else. And as for yoga? Give me a break. The purple rinse brigade gently stretching in pink lycra? Not for me.
So what happened? The running came first – not long after I accepted that judging the speed and distance of a two and a half pound ball isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I guess my Sixth Form PE choice is a pretty good indication of my love for team sports and that’s probably one of the reasons I love pounding pavements, tracks and trails. It’s a solitary business (though it doesn’t need to be) and I find the long runs give me time to think. Trite as it may sound, a long run always feels like a great workout for the mind and I enjoy the discipline of training towards a goal. Although last year’s New York Marathon is the last 26 miler I’ll run, I am planning to join 50,000 others at the start line for the 2017 Great North Run in September.
I married a Spaniard, so holidays in Asturias, Northern Spain have featured in the family calendar for the last 25 years. We’ve photographed much of the region’s coast, towns and beautiful rural landscapes, and return regularly to our favourite village, Sotres, nestled high in the region’s mountains.
Since our 10th anniversary night at the opera in the stunning Arena di Verona, we’ve also made an annual trip to the historic city in Northern Italy to enjoy the tranquility of the Palazzo & Giardino Giusto, the designer shops of Via Mazzini and the amazing Trattoria Pane e Vino. More recently we’ve begun to travel further afield, visiting Morocco, Bali, Tanzania & Zanzibar (pictured), Mexico, Cambodia and Thailand. So I think the time has come to begin to document our trips with photographs and (a few words).
I arrived at the yoga party very late indeed. In fact, I was in my mid 40s when I first rolled out a mat (and launched into downward dog with my trainers on). If I’ve one regret about yoga, it would be not discovering it thirty years earlier. I was coaxed along to my first class to stretch some very tight and tired hamstrings and I expected it to be a breeze. I was wrong. But hooked nonetheless. I now enjoy a regular Ashtanga practice (four or five times per week) and have great fun taking selfies in headstand around the world. Yes, I know, but it’s my ‘thing’.
Pretty soon I hope to begin Yoga Teacher Training. I’ll be sure to post here if I do.