Well, I did run for for thirty minutes all up with one toilet stop but not for me, for my three year old who is in the process of being toilet trained and insisted I had to take him into toilet and not his Dad 🙄 Had to laugh because he actually “held on” and waited for me to come around the lake. I was very happy about that because in my haste I had forgotten to put his training pants on so my run could have been cut short had he had an “accident”. This is the very reason why I like to take off for by myself because somehow I am never “off duty” 😆 It was such a nice morning I shouldn’t really begrudge the rest of the family wanting to get out 🙂
Running with adjustments on my orthotics seemed to go ok. I think my hip is not as sore today and there is no sign of sciatica, touch wood. I do have a niggle in my right shin which feels abit like shin soreness but hopefully everything will sort out
When I was running today the thought crossed my mind that I am being totally ridiculous about doing the Melbourne Half Marathon this year. The way I feel at the moment, I just can’t see it happening. I seemed to have lost my enthusiasm since R4K. I was so totally focused and committed to that run but I can’t seem to get into the same head space. I sat and wrote out a bit of a training regime to get me back up to 10km for Run to G thinking that might help but I don’t know. I know I am feeling down in the dumps about Dad but I don’t think that is the reason. So I think what I have to do is try and get into this “new training plan” and just do what I am suppose to do and hopefully my enthusiasm will return.
Thanks for the good wishes concerning my Dad. It is so damn depressing being so far from my family when things are not right. As most of you know Dad has Alzheimers and we were trying to keep him in his family home as long as possible. We had organised various services to help us do that and they have been great but it has becoming clear to us that we needed to look to “the future”. We have been waiting for June/July as that is when we could get him into a really nice aged facility which caters for Alzheimers patients and it is 2 seconds from my sister’s house. In the last few weeks Dad has deteriorated not only mentally but physically which is why he is in hospital now and even if he gets back on his feet physically, he won’t be going home. It is so sad to think of my Dad this way and I am just beside myself. I guess I am grieving for the Dad I had. I know I am going to have to think about going home again and wish I could just jump on a plane and do it. I am so glad I went home with my two boys in November and had that time with him. I feel enormous guilt and sadness that I am not there now full time helping my sister and being there for my Dad.