Tag: Running

Catch Up

I can believe that it was way back in January since I last posted.  It feels like so much has happened in the blink of an eye.  Let me bring you up to date!

You may remember that I had a bot of a health scare back in January.  Shortly after that, I had the return of the foot pain that I had suffered from in November last year, all be it a few toes further along.  I decided to skip the GP and go and see a podiatrist and he referred me to get X-rays at the local hospital.

It turns out that the injury last year was a stress fracture as, apparently, is obvious by the below picture!  Apparently it has healed perfectly, despite the fact I was told it was ‘probably a strained ligament or something’ but they had no idea what was wrong with my new injury and suggested limping or not whinging.

I had set myself a target of running 350km in 2018 and not being able to run for the best part of two months has been a real pain.  I am happy to say that I am back on the road (literally) in that respect and managed to tick of a slow and painful 10k last night.  Progress!

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Foot Knack

I regularly walk past my camera as I walk out of the house and think “I should really take more pictures” and I feel really guilty that I never do despite loving it so much.  So, I dragged Titchy and the kids to Bolam Lake and took a few shots.  I never claimed to be any good, I am just in awe of how the camera does so much work on my behalf!

What else has been keeping me busy?  Well, we got ourselves a pair of cats last year, Dusty and Smudge.  I seem to spend most of my life being distracted by their lovely little snuffly great faces. Just look at them!

 

 

Oh, and in other news, we have booked our summer holiday.  We are heading to Sermoneta, which is a little village between Rome and Naples.  Pretty excited to be getting the family away and enjoying some Italian living for a week and the trip to Pompeii will be a highlight I’m sure.

 

Running Away

Running Away

I remember the morning very well.  The previous night my Dad had passed away and I had woken up to a different world and, quite frankly, I didn’t know where to begin.  His death had come out of nowhere and so there was no getting ready for it and I still couldn’t take it all in.

I sat at the bottom of the stairs in shock and looked up to see my running shoes, that I had bought a few weeks before, and thought to myself, ‘why not do a Forrest Gump and go for a run?’ I had maybe been for two or three runs previously and had never managed to get more than a kilometre.

I ran from my home towards St Mary’s lighthouse in Whitley bay.  It was maybe 2km away, a little further if the tide was out enabling you to run across the causeway and get across to the lighthouse base.

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St Mary’s Lighthouse and a man pointing at the stone that I was sitting on. (Image from Google) 

I ran without thinking, and forgot that I was tired and that my lungs hurt, and ran further than I had ever run in one go.  I couldn’t tell if my eyes were running due to the wind that was blowing sand into my face or tears, it didn’t matter.

I got across the causeway and found a place to sit.  It perched on a rock and just caught my breath and watched the waves for a while.  I will remember what happened next for the rest of my days.  An elderly lady, easily in her eighties, was walking her little dog along and  stopped right next to me.  She put her little frail hand on my head and looked down at me and just said, ‘It’s ok son, everything will be ok’.  I guess I was crying.

She smiled at me, walked off, and has probably never thought of that moment again.  I have.  Kindness, caring for others and taking a moment to make other peoples lives a little easier for no self reward.  It meant everything to me.

Why am I sharing this with you today?

Today would have been my fathers birthday and today was the first day in around two months that I have been able to run without pain in my foot.  I ran to the lighthouse and although the tide was in and I couldn’t get to the same spot, just for a second I looked over and saw the stone that I had sat on and I thought about that moment and all the way back home I thought about my Dad.

Life does go on, but it will always be a little different, a little harder with a little piece of me missing.  I miss you Dad, thank you for being such a huge part in the person that I am today.