Morning all Despite increasingly challenging and painful times coping with mum's dementia and having made THE most difficult decision I think I have ever had to make for another human bean, to move mum into a care home near my home. With a place now available sooner than I had hoped and knowing itis too good an opportunity to miss out on. There are only eleven residents, it feels so homely and the staff seem genuinely welcoming and invested in their residents' care. Living at mum's through the week and travelling home at weekends to see my hubby is beginning to take its toll. With winter approaching I do not think I can sustain this even with the support of carers coming in and factoring in mum's inevitable decline. And mum's remaining savings are dwindling, when her home will need to be sold to fund future care at some point in the next few months. A no brainer then if you will excuse the expression, but I still feel sooooooo bad about it.
Anyway, if you have got this far, on a far more positive note. Since May I have kept running twice a week on the country lanes around my mum's village (yay!) This has undoubtedly kept me sane and a welcome release for pent up energy and frustrations. Recently I even purchased myself a second pair of super dooper more cushioned running shoes (in a rather lurid turquoise blue (pourquoi bleu?) well they were half price in the sale, who cares - and you can see me coming!). Tarmac running was steadily taking its toll on my poor old feet and ankles and I now run(slow but steady for 1 hour 15 minutes without stopping - covering 7.5 - 8 km on my forays into the wilds of North Buckinghamshire's highways and byways.
Now to the point of my post (!?). This Sunday morning hubby and I took ourselves off to Ashridge. I was just about to call it a day, having reconciled myself that it was okay to stop before finishing our circular route (and having walked up two of the steeper hills anyway - Irish John's words resonating in my head (in short, it is not always about PB's etc but enjoying the journey....). I was still a bit disappointed with myself though. It was warm, humid and whilst for the most part I had enjoyed my run, I was still feeling the effects of a Chinese meal and a glass of wine from the previous evening. I was just about to stop and walk the final part of the run.
Suddenly a runner appeared from the opposite direction. A look of surprise on his face as he clocked me approaching, then a smile, and a (non patronising) look of sympathy as I was obviously struggling , then a wink and a 'good morning'. I grimaced then managed a grin back. That simple second or two of acknowledgement and empathy was all it took to spur me onwards for another few minutes to 'the bridge' where my run usually finishes. It meant a lot to 'finish' that day.
So a BIG thank you to Mr Runner and indeed to ALL you Runners out there who spur me on to keep this running malarkey going. I often think on your recent posts as I trot along - and I confess to sending a good wish here and there into the ether when one or more of our number is having a hard time of it one way or another.
Well this week is probably the week of mum's move, if you can spare me a wish, please send one my way if you will. SPx