Back of the foot, holding everything up, ready to go…..stretched like an archers bow, it flexes with each footfall, a pneumatic coil that springs us forward, helps us balance. cushions the blow of pounding running feet. Running, puffing hard, sheen of sweat breaking out , wiping my brow, waiting to get into the zone when the body is like a machine running on rails of pure endorphin, a Natural high. Pumping, kicking now to get into gear. hard work up ’til that point, effort after effort pushing limits boundaries, then it’s like breaking through clouds when flying. Up above the cotton wool , wondering what all the effort was needed for. Serenity, pervading memory of things that have been or are yet to be. Thinking back on where you might have tripped up, where someone shot you in the back or where you trip yourself up, your own Achiles heel. After all, when Achilles was shot with an arrow his day was definitely over, as ours can be sometimes.

Where is the stumbling block and what can be done about it. Hard to replace the real deal , but blockages and obstacles can be gone around, over, under. Sometimes they seem like a solid slab of concrete and you feel like an insignificant ant chipping away at that big grey unfriendly block and not seeming to be getting anywhere, but you’ve got to keep persisting, find a way, get grappling ropes , go over the top. Don’t let this be your Achilles’ heel, the thing to stop you in your tracks, who knows what’s on the other side, lush green fields, bees , honey etc. Maybe it’s hard to imagine ’cause you’ve never known what’s on the other side. What’s your Achilles’ heel, what’s stopping you?

Sometimes when you’re wounded , you hobble about as if someone’s shot you in the achiles heel, there’s a trail of bloody emotions left behind you ,but they drain out eventually. Pull out the arrow, get back on the horse, let the saddle cut into your behind as you ride into the sunset, lay hold of the reins, feel the leather cutting into your fingers and palms, the wind, rushing through your hair, the fresh smell of open fields invade you nostrils. HI Ho Silver……