This week started off well. I’d been a bit concerned that every time I see my son he is totally immersed in his I-pad, ear phones and everything. He never wants to come for a run with me, telling me that he is active all day at kids club and needs a rest. Hmmm. I worry that he’s a couch potato, well maybe a couch string bean. I decide to make an effort not to do any housework or work and try to spend a weekend more focused on him. Hubster is on call for the weekend ( just in case Jeremy hunt is reading – Jeremy is an MP who is under the misapprehension that consultants don’t work at weekends- Dave spent 18 hrs per day in the hospital seeing patients and doing surgery) so it’s just me and Joe.
We agreed to go for a walk up pendle hill. It’s a popular walk so the path has been laid with stones- almost a stairway for most of it, and there are lots of people. We set off and Joe is in tweenager mode, slightly grumpy but happy to walk. At one point the hill is quite steep, 150m ascent in a half mile. I’m puffing like a steam train, it’s humid I’m red and sweaty and there are midges. I have to stop every so often to catch my breath. My son is skipping along on those springy deer legs of his. When he stops patiently to wait for me I concede that he was right, he is fitter than me and he magnanimously replies that although he isn’t out of breath his legs ache.
On the way down he cheers up and at one point he forgets to be cool and holds my hand☺️ He’s only 11!
Later on that day I go for my 3 mile run. The next day I have aching in my buttocks, which actually I find quite reassuring as I take it to mean that my ‘glutes were firing’ rather than being dependant on my hamstrings.
The rest of the week was a bit of a washout from the running point of view. Monday was my uncle’s funeral, he was only 5 yrs older than me. It was lovely to spend time with the family and reminisce about those early years when he courted and married my auntie. He was dressed as boy George when they met!
The next day at work I got the news that another, experienced member of staff is leaving the team. A few people have left since Christmas, it’s been difficult and now it’s going to get worse. All in all it left me feeling quite ‘angst-y’. The usual dilemmas, you only live once so you have to make the most of it, work life balance, duty to the family, duty to society (to work and use the skills you have for the benefit of others), am I doing too much or not enough?
I felt too upset to go running. Pathetic I know, but I have been seriously lacking in PMA (positive mental attitude) . Missed 3 runs.
This week should be better. It’s only 7:30 now so I’ve had breakfast and I’m going out early. It is a long run day and I’m just contemplating where I’d like to go, probably yellow hill. I like long runs, because you get to go somewhere and I like being on top of a hill!
It’s the last week of the summer holidays, kids clubs are finished so Dave has taken a week off to spend with Joe, – that’s going to make my week a lot easier. Let’s try to tick some boxes!