Today mum would have turned 78. She probably would have celebrated with a round of golf. I would have called her and she would have complained that she didn’t like this getting old idea.
This is the last photo I took of mum, it was just another snap at her kitchen table, surrounded by grand kids and family.
Here we go again.
Moo and I are off to round 1 tonight. It’s Moo’s first night game so she’s a bit excited, although that’s probably just at the thought of having chips at half time. Not that I’m confident though as the Tigers seem to have gone out of their way to make sure our essential players are injured, but, well, what can you do?
I reckon that a lot of these leaves will be gone by Easter.
It’s that time if the year. The deck has had it’s couple of coats. The deck around 7 years old now and needs a bit of tlc, one end seems to have come loose from it’s anchors and it’s time to give it its first sand back before the next go round with oil. This being said it would be the best addition we’ve made to the house, one that’s made it feel like a home.
I was standing at the start line for parkrun on Saturday when the bloke standing next to me asked “What time are you running?”. I explained I was coming back slowly from injuries and was going around 26:30. He nodded and said “Thought so, that’s what I’m doing and each week I see you in front of me and think ‘if I catch him I’m getting faster’.” Then the horn sounded and off we went.
It made me laugh that I’m the hunted because this is exactly what I do. Once you run a few parkruns you get to know the people who generally finish in front of you and for me it’s become my challenge to peg them back. I was going pretty well last year slowly reeling some in and eyeing off the 24:30 finishers. I thought I must have been the only one who did this. Good to know I’m not alone.
This morning Moo joined her brother on the ride to school.
After dropping Henry off I waited to see them turn up and she came racing around the corner, grinning from ear to ear.
Two down, one to go.
Much excitement, and a few nerves, this morning as Bert took to his bike to ride to school for the first time. Happy to say he made it in one piece and had a grin from ear to ear having made sure he rode by his friends who were waiting in the school yard.
How to get Tony to look forward to lunch.
- It’s cheap
- It’s spicy
- It’s at Vic Market
My wife knows me too well.
Rae is away all this week, busy in Canberra learning new things for her job. She left on Sunday night and is back this Friday. This means I’m in sole parent mode, and I think it’s the longest she’s been away by a couple of days. Things are going fine in her absence and this made me realise something.
Years ago I would have been asked if I need help with the kids. This time, nothing. I’m not sure if this is a reflection on my capabilities as a parent or simply changing times, but either way, it’s a good thing.
It finally looks like I’m back.
This morning I ran, well, jogged, a whole 3 kilometres. It was at an almost six minute pace and even given the humidity and heat I still felt it when I stopped, but I did it.
The best thing though? Given how my foot seems to have pulled up I should be able to do it again tomorrow.
It’s been a horrid four months. It started off when I popped my hip flexor way back at the end of August. This had me laid up for two months which was just enough time for me to recover and get an infection in my toe. Great. This lasted a couple of weeks but oddly enough my foot didn’t seem any better and I still couldn’t run so I went to the physio again and it turned out the hip flexor and infected toe were masking a pretty severe case of planter fasciatis, It was back off my feet again. The inflamation from the planter fasciatis spread to where my calf muscle connects at the ankle and this put me back a little more.
So, after months of stretching, icing and putting on weight I seem to have recovered from the shopping list of ills and my physio says I can start running again. Slowly and short distances at first, and he has suggested I concentrate more on endurance than speed in the future, but I’m back and I don’t want to go through this again.