Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Dumbo's Magic Feather

Dumbo's Story (in part)

After a failed attempt as an acrobat in the circus the ring master makes him a clown falling into vats of pie filling which you would agree is not the job of an aspiring flying elephant and such Dumbo is miserable. To cheer him up, Timothy Q Mouse takes him to visit his mother but on their return journey Dumbo starts to cry and gets the hiccups. Timothy Q takes him for a drink of water from a bucket which, unknown to them, has accidentally had a bottle of champagne knocked into it. As a result, Dumbo and Timothy both become drunk and see hallucinations of pink elephants.

The next morning, Dumbo and Timothy wake up in a tree. Timothy wonders how they got up in the tree, and concludes that Dumbo flew up there using his large ears as wings. With the help of a group of crows, Timothy is able to get Dumbo to fly again, using a psychological trick of a "magic feather" to boost his confidence.

And to tonight's run

I was desperate for a run tonight and against all standing opinion and my better judgement threw caution to the wind and decided to go minimalist, after all their last run out was 2 weeks ago. I say minimalist if you accept a pair of Injinji liner socks with the addition of two sticking plasters (to protect my little pinkies) is minimalist but I think you can forgive me just for tonight.

I had no intentions of being stupid, this run was for my head not my body and I just wanted to enjoy the freedom of the woods in the early evening away from the humdrum of city life. No pressure, gentle jog, that is until I saw two runners ahead of me....then the runner in me came out....Gotta catch 'em, gotta catch 'em... but as I closed in I realised it was Donna (from the club) and her husband Alan, I relaxed as now we could run together for a few miles and just enjoy the evening for a few miles.

Secretly, Donna is a good runner, she just doesn't realise it....I think it is a confidence thing so I think it rather poignant tonight that I found a lone feather on the woodland floor and handed it to her telling her it was "Dumbo's Feather"......the intention was there [Then I realised I had used an elephant comparison metaphor to a woman in front of her husband, but I know they enjoyed seeing me squirm as I dug myself out of a hole :-)]

Donna's Magic Feather

I am assured by Donna that it did in fact speed her up...there, I proved it, Magic Feathers boost your confidence


  1. Speed, well maybe! but Mr. S. I did actually 'fly' over the 3 bridges! I usually walk up the stairs on these. So can only assume my feather worked!

  2. I faithfully believe this.