A bit of this, and a bit of that....

A bit of this...
Today I got up and although not enthralled at the prospect of a 14 mile run, I wasn't dreading it either. I am a strange individual... I find the cutback weeks so pointless (despite knowing how much I need them) and often wonder what is the point in running at all. I used to be the same when my schedule said "2 miles easy" when I first started this hobby of mine. I used to think, 2 miles? What's the point of that?, and often didn't bother going at all.

I went out and for the first 8 miles or so quite enjoyed it. It was very foggy, rained the whole time and was really cold. It was about 9 or 10 miles when the cold and the wet got to me, and I couldn't feel my hands. My legs were completely numb and I considered ringing and asking for Graeme to pick me up. That idea was pushed aside and I carried on. With 1 mile to go (I had decided at this point not to do the loop around Blackhall, and I would stop at 13 miles) if somebody had passed me in a car who I knew, I would have flagged them down and asked for a lift.

When I got in the house, it took almost 10 minutes to undress as I couldn't feel my hands and everything was stuck to me as it was so wet. I think I lay in the bath for the best part of an hour to get warm again. Beans and sausages on toast made me feel more human again. God, I hope it isn't weather like that next week when I have to do 22 miles!!! Coldness has never affected me during a run before, and it was awful.

and a bit of that...
I bought a book on Wednesday about spirituality and what it was all about. It's very interesting, and I also find some things in it very upsetting... I have cried 3 or 4 times already and I'm only halfway through the book. I read something today, which inspires me to write about another of my many experiences.
The thing that I read said, "You are not reading this book by coincidence, as there is no such thing as coincidence", it also went on to mention souls who die suddenly but are unaware of their state and hang around at the scene of their death for sometime, not knowing why they are unseen to everybody around. The book gave an example of somebody dying in a train crash, and it made me think back to something that happened a few years ago.

It was December 16th 2005,a Friday evening at 6pm, when my cousin Kate and her friends were crossing a railway line. I must impress that at the time, this was all I knew of the situation.
Toni, Kates' best friend was hit by a train and thrown 20 feet into the air. It took the girls over 25 minutes to find her body. It later transpired that the largest bone in her body was only 1cm long after the collision.
The Sunday morning after the accident, I bought a bouquet of white lillys and went down to the entrance of the railway, which was, by now a shrine to the 14 year old. I had my son and Graeme's two sons with me... the purpose of the visit to instill into them how bad crossing a railway is and they shouldn't do it. We left the flowers and got on with our day.
That night when I went to bed, as I lay trying to go to sleep, I saw the front of a train with it's lights on and felt it smash into the right hand side of my face. My eyes flew open and I felt like someone had slapped me across the face. I felt a presence in the room, and it felt extremely uncomfortable. Graeme was on night shift, and I was very scared.

That night I slept with the light on, despite thinking I had picked up on something incorrect. It was my belief at this point, that the girls were on their way back home and she had been hit on the left hand side, not the right.
The next night, as I went to bed, the same presence was there. I was really frightened and didn't know what to do. I did not sleep at all and wondered why she was with me and not her family.

The next morning, I rang my mam, and asked her if she would speak to Kate. Could she diplomatically find out which side she had been hit?
I spent that day on the internet, finding out how giving flowers is a very loving thing to do for spirit... is that why she followed me? Did she know I would sense her... when I didn't even know it myself at the time. I also read that when a spirit has not passed over they should be directed to the light. So, as stupid as I felt, I thought that I would tell her to do that if she came to me again that night.

A phone call from my mam confirmed that Toni had indeed been hit on the right side. Although they were on their way home (meaning she would have been hit on the left), when the train was almost upon her, her friends had called to her to hurry up. Instead of carrying on, on her intended path, she turned back towards them and was hit at around 60mph by the train on the right side of her body.

That night, she was there again. I told her what had happened to her and told her she needed to go to the light and she would be helped on the other side.
Within the hour she was gone. I'm sure she found her way home, as I have never felt her presence since.