Long May You Run

You know the guy, gets a taxi from the front door to the taxi to the shop at the bottom of the road. I always have a ridiculous smug air about just how active I am by comparison.

ME???? oh yeah, I’m just soooooo healthy.

And then I got injured (did I mention I’d completed a 50 mile ultra, most if it on a fooked ankle??? Read the blog HERE)

Not so smug now as I limp from car to sofa! AND, quite suddenly, EVERYONE seems to be running.

Oh yes, Mr taxi (who’s dog is on the sofa in the garden) is out there now, that work colleague who says “running is bad for your knees”, the guy I used to play football with who reckoned running doesn’t get him any fitter, the streets and parks are crammed with people who HAVEN’T got a fooked ankle!!

I’m sure even Charlie was online ordering two tiny pairs of Nike Zooms.

At work today, the neighbour of the house I’m working on trots out with her drinks bottle and sparkly running kicks. “Good morning, just off for a run!”……

12 days without running and it’s starting to niggle at me….. I met a guy at the Dartmoor 3-in-1 who has been side lined since January and really didn’t know when he’d be back. So I’m just grateful that my lay off will be (hopefully) relatively short.

2017-10-07 20.03.12Progress is good with the injured ankle. When I elected to carry on (several times) during the race, I made a deal with myself that I have to accept the consequences potentially being more severe than if I’d have stayed on that rock, quietly sobbing until I was airlifted to an icepack.

But, I decided that if I possibly could I would finish, you never know if and when these opportunities might come along again.

So, days 1 to 6 I didn’t don any footwear other than flip-flops. Then, a loose trainer for short walks with the dog for a few days and after about a week I tentatively drove. Back to work on Monday (9 days in) and, I can’t pretend it hasn’t been uncomfortable and really quite throbbing by the time I’ve driven home. The swelling has pretty much gone and the tender areas are easy to locate with a gentle prod. OW!!

2017-10-18 19.29.17So, these peas have been defrosted a few times this last week!!

I put the bones of a short story together whilst I was immobilised. I spent some time with Frank (my father-in-law), wrote a couple of poems and put some more meat on the bones of the ‘map’ of my book. I read a lot and produced a couple of blog posts.

I often ask people what they would do if they could get paid to do something they loved doing. Not be a millionaire, but get paid an ordinary wage for their favourite hobby.

Truly, a writer I would be.

If you’d like to see my other writings, there’s a few short stories and poems over at my other blog HERE!

 

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The customer in front of you….

……. could be you, could be one of your loved ones, could be struggling…

……could have dementia

help the agedWhat right have any of us that are fortunate to have our fully functioning faculties still intact, to huff and puff and give ‘hurry up’ signals to those who might need a little bit more time to digest information given to them.

I witnessed this at a cashpoint today. We’re all in a hurry. Never enough time. BUT, we can all stop, take a step back, stop staring, give others the space they need, the time they need.

An elderly lady, trying to get her money and card back into her purse, still stood in front of the machine kept glancing behind her nervously as the next customer, and his friend, were stood extremely close to her, and were edging in between her and the machine.

As regular readers will know, Nicky and I support Nicky’s dad, Frank, with some of the finer details of life. That said, given the time and space to ensure he has followed his own process and his methodical routines, he remains very independent.

Elderly man at a check-outThis would include using a cashpoint machine. Wisely, he has taken to using the cashpoint machine within the bank, a far more comfortable and safe environment where he is less likely to be given the unspoken hurry up.

Here’s a thought, and I include myself in this, let’s all assume the customer in front of us needs more time, in the bank, at the checkout, in the café, and take a deep breath and enjoy removing the rush from our lives for a few moments.