I haven’t run for 10 days. My Dad had a bad fall in the bathroom and broke his hip last week. He lay there for over an hour before the ambulance came, with my brother trying to persuade him not try to get up. Once the ambulance came it took another hour for them to get him out. Traumatic for all of us, but Dad has Alzheimer’s and forgot about it all within 24 hours and my brother and I are still traumatised! He’s doing well now with 2 screws in his hip and a poster near his bed that we wrote for him telling him where he is and why. We celebrated his 94th birthday with him yesterday around his hospital bed. He’s now having physio and will be there for some weeks, we think. He is delighted that he’s all “connected up” and doesn’t have to get up to go to the loo! He’s in good spirits and regaling the nursing staff with his stories about the war. Someone goes in to see him every day.
So with Dad safe and being well looked after, this morning I got up and decided to run. As always, I’m so glad I did! It felt good to be out there again, so good that I set off far too quickly! I had decided on 3K but was enjoying it enough to extend it to 4K. I met a number of runners and walkers, all of whom greeted me including a very polite little boy of about 8 who “hoped I was enjoying my run” 😊 I exchanged a joke with one of the bin men and it seemed to me that my village was a lovely place to be this morning.
I did step it out a little for the last km as I like to do, to get a bit of a workout, but as I walked uphill to ‘my’ favourite steps to get my breath back, my legs were definitely more tired than usual! Now home with stretches done and a big mug of coffee. Feeling good! 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️ ☕️😊👍
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