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Running In Daddy's Footsteps
Debbie Miller-Wright

Running In Daddy's Footsteps

Lifestyle

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Synopsis

Running In Daddy’s Footsteps takes us and its narrator, Debbie Miller-Wright, on a journey, a running story of the transition from youth to experience.

Truth, facts, knowledge and emotion all squeezed into part of a lifetime.

The long lane of autumn led the way to the place I can no longer enter.

Late summer was vanishing. Smells of earthly movements and undiscovered secrets in the ground on either side of the entranceway; sun slowly moving round, giving a soft sheen of positive onto the leaves and shiny bark of the birch.

Now, dear reader, read on…

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On January 20th 1975, just over a month early, I popped out into the world. A small, anaemic, hairy specimen of ugliness no doubt, tucked away in an incubator. That would serve me right for being impatient and wanting to leap into the world and get started as soon as possible. Nothing has changed.


I was born to my wonderful parents, Graham and Jacqueline Wright and watched over by my big brother, Andrew. I grew up and spent my early life in a small village called, Meadvale, just outside Reigate in Surrey.


As a toddler, it seems that I was more troublesome than my older brother had been, with my Mum having to use resources such as ‘reins’ when out and about, and a playpen indoors. My Mum would make my brother stand guard over me. I think it’s safe to say that whatever you’re like when you’re little is a sure sign of things to come in later life.


I still have the urge to escape from my restraints, whether they be physical or mental. Just the other day I wrote this whilst out on a three-mile run.


 


Long day, early hours sleep deprived


Early rise and cheery smiles


Yearning for that off-the-lead moment


A chance to ponder, think, smile.


Darkness closing in, a wild run at dusk


Dusk swiftly turning into night


The shade crushing my thoughts


Compressing my wonderings into dark daydreams.


Distracted by small lights and flashes


Through the trees the rustle of nature


Rustling damp autumnal rot nurturing the soil


The sound of bubbling water and powerful mill.


Faster, so much faster my feet pounded


The dirty track worn by many others


Faster still, sweat pouring, heart thudding


Smoothing any negative edges, buffing them into simplicity.


Leg, after leg through the now dark


No fear here in nature, peace, yet wild


Craving fed, my wonderings returned


My head back in one piece, at peace once more.


 


So, from birth I always saw running in the same light.


At the start a person doesn’t run. Then, that running birth occurs, but just like the birth of a human or an animal, a process has to occur. We humans are poor specimens at birth, that old saying, ‘Don’t run before you can walk’ is very true of us, but some animals come bounding out of the womb into reality and are almost able to do anything from such an early age, so let us think of running as a human birth to make it easier!

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