Kristina
Somehow I missed the London Marathon entirely on the 13th last week - it was at least a week earlier than in previous years. So for St. George's Day, I wrote a bit about the 2006 London Marathon from an entirely new perspective, in my expanding blog presence:
I can't say how much I love being a student again. It keeps thing fresh - indeed it keeps me fresh. Bad day at the office? No big deal...
Back in high school and as an undergrad, I always wrote for the school newspapers. I was an editor for the yearbook for three years. Now in the 21st century, it's no surprise that I blog for the EMBA class and OBA. And today, absolutely no one or nothing can wipe the smile off my face. Our study group got a very nice distinction on the last Decision Science assessment :-)
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it's a bittersweet endeavor to try to consolidate the water beneath the bridge these past three years since I spent Easter in Fontainbleu and met Peter at One Aldwych...
Thankfully due to Barry's work with the Large Hadron Collier (LHC) in CERN, it could all come to a very dramatic conclusion.
The dark blues had established their decisive lead by the time they passed, and our victory was the perfect conclusion to a very memorable afternoon on the River Thames...
P.S. Happy anniversary too to my blog, which is now two years old as of the 5th of March.
With the severe storms here in the UK, I'm wondering whether I'll make it to Munich today. In the mean time, here is video clip of Dalian, China, complete with funky Chinese radio. Taken during the taxi ride from the Hotel Nikko to the HP offices.
...I have a sneaking suspicion that there will come a day when I'll look back on this era very fondly indeed.
...a respite from the heat which seemed to radiate far beyond the Camden Market fire and into the private rooms of the Stanza this past Saturday night.
What if they carried on past the finish line at Chiswick Bridge - just kept on going, following the meandering path of the River Thames beyond the M25, Windsor and Reading?
If those stairs leading to my flat paint a picture of abject poverty, they are in my mind at this moment the yellow brick road of promise, leading to my Emerald City.
"...to the Queen, to world peace, to our respective governments, to the University, to the Business School, to our colleges, to our families, and to us..."
How it will change - time will tell; that it will is assured.
Equally significant if less immediately apparent is that, beneath this youthful demeanor of mine lies a self-awareness more typical of a ninety year old; I know Kristina.
I'm counting the days - it will be both a relief and a spark of inspiration when it all becomes real, when the e-mails, forms, web sites and brochures are replaced by real people and places... when at last I can be the student rather than the teacher!
Just as well that he had to return to the kitchen to put the spuds and peas on the boil, whilst I sat on the floor in the front room fighting the tears that were stinging my eyes...
There are few things which stir my soul like the sparkling lights of the Thames on a brisk autumn evening.
Oh I just know in my heart that this progression of lovely goodbyes is really just the beguiling prelude to a very joyful Hello - not so different from the disarming opening melodies of my favourite Chopin Waltz...
...Funny that, how things which start as vague, elusive ideas - whether mediaspaces, home, health or indeed happiness itself, eventually become real.
...I also know that, for all manner of objectives, pacing myself for the long haul is far more sustainable than short, intense bursts of effort.