Is the phrase that came to mind on waking. On being a psychiatric survivor activist in Scotland, campaigning for the human rights of the "mentally ill", a concept which I don't believe in yet which is a reality because of psychiatric treatment. A cause I've been fighting for decades, in one form or another.
I was scunnered yesterday with the kowtowing and politicking of certain folk. It got me in the gut, like a low punch. Still feeling the effects this morning.
But I'll get over it. Eventually.
Running was always a big thing in our family, specially running away
from the police. It's hard to understand. All I know is that you've got
to run, running without knowing why, through fields and woods. And the
winning post's no end, even though the barmy crowds might be cheering
themselves daft. That's what the loneliness of a long distance runner
feels like." imdb.com