My right foot is sore.
I can't run. Or at least I am taking a forced rest to try and stop my foot hurting. I am just a tad grumpy because of it. The sun has split the sky for a week since I stopped running and the Glasgow Half Marathon looms nearer everyday. I was supposed to be running in Keswick in two weeks time but as it is a 9 mile hill run I am guessing that isn't going to happen. I can only hope it gets better for Glasgow as I missed it last year. Glasgow is like an old friend, and I hate standing her up!
I had my place last year to do Glasgow but because Alistair was ill I watched it on the television which was a surreal experience given I had my number, was marathon fit at the time and could see the very familiar start in George Square but I was sat in my pj's in the parallel dimension we were living in at the time. How my life has changed since then. It has been 9 months since Alistair died, 6 months since we brought little Kobi into our lives and I have met a whole load of new friends since then which mean so much to me now. It is amazing just how people step up and are just there for you no matter what. Some people can't cope with such immense change but the people that really matter have stuck by us, you know who you are.
Today is Alistair's birthday, he would have been 46. It has been a bit of a sad and melancholy day, not overwhelmingly sad just a bit bleugh. The sun has shone and it is still warm. Kobi has hurt his wee paw (running about daft) so is confined to his bed (not easy) and I am sitting here blogging about not running.
Those of you who know me very well will know that not running is the worst thing ever for me. On a day like this when I need to reflect, I need to be up the hills with my trail shoes on, sitting at the very top looking out. But instead I had to make do with the swimming pool. 1,190 metres swum today. Longest ever. The sun was shining on the water and I just got into the zone. Before I knew it I had slipped into a rhythm where nothing was hurting and my breathing was just right. Felt great. I have signed up to take part in the Aspire Channel Swim Challenge for Spinal Cord Injuries http://www.aspirechannelswim.co.uk/. The challenge is basically to swim the distance of the English Channel (22 miles) in 12 weeks starting on 8 September. I am not looking for sponsorship but please keep an eye on my blog to see how I am going with my challenge. It is a long way and I reckon I will have to do about 40 lengths of a 25m pool, 3 times a week for 12 weeks. Just another one of my mad challenges.
Talking of madness my mate Tracey has finally succumbed to my nagging and has (unwittingly) agreed to run the Glasgow Half Marathon with me (well you made mention of it Tracey and you know what that means!). So sore foot or no sore foot, the half is on.
Where am I going with all of this? I don't really know other than to say I know this is a sad day and I miss Alistair terribly but our lives are moving on. My life has changed considerably since last November and not always for the worst, I have had to become very independent and responsible for lots of things I wasn't before. We have had lots of adventures and I am sure there will be lots more to come.
Just need my right
foot to stop hurting...
