One less serious thought than those underlying some recent posts on this blog but still a painful reminder of the human condition comes from my falling on ice a few days back at c. 6:30am on the railway footpath that links SW20 to the train station. Feet sliding sliding from under me resulting in a hard landing, posterior first on the ice - in other words sitting down on the ground bruisingly hard. Falling in such ungainly fashion I last experienced at at age 11. Fifty years or so on pride and body are somewhat more sorely wounded - at 11 one virtually bounces back without a thought and carries on playing but by adulthood pride takes hold and bouncing no longer comes naturally. Also commuting has largely replaced playing and I was thankful no one was around to see.
Attempting to run shortly afterwards on Wimbledon Common aggravated both wounded pride and posterior. compounded by my being caught up and overtaken by a regular Wimbledon Common jogger who is an army amputee jogging using crutches and one leg. He gave a cheery "what's up mate - keep going" as he ran gamely by. He is a man I really admire as running for him must be far harder than for many. The session on the Common is probably as much an upper body work out for him as it is for his leg muscles. Today he greeted me with a; "much better this week then", as our paths crossed.
Those with the largest burdens can be the most human of souls.