A couple of weeks ago I was running with Robin down along St Kilda beach. Right on the 5k mark I felt this ping in my leg and that was it, I hobbled on for 20 metres but couldn’t run any more. Back at the car I couldn’t raise my leg to get in. Hmmm, that couldn’t be good.
The next day I felt fine, but I thought I’d take the week off just to be on the safe side and didn’t run until last Tuesday night, which is Point Cook Community Running Group. The 3k warm up was fine but 5k in to the speed work something wasn’t right. Not painful as such, but definitely not right. I finished my sprint and opted out of the cool down jog.
I decided that I probably should see someone about it, maybe get a massage and all would be fine. Hmmmm. As it turns out there’s a specialist sports physio attached to my our gp’s practice so I rocked up there on Saturday morning, all ready to be given the all clear. That’s not quite how it turned out.
After one legged squats, some balancing, measuring, bending and poking the news was not good.
I have a pretty good strain of the iliopsoas, the hip flexor muscles, and if all goes well it will be 3 months until I can run again. Hopefully I’ll be back to in December so I can get some kilometers in while the weather is still good but this timing really sucks. Good news is I can cycle at the gym, as this uses different muscles, so I won’t lose any fitness but I’m going to miss City 2 Sea and a couple of other spring races I had planned. There’s lots of gentle stretches and pretty uncomfortable manipulation ahead before I start on a gym program designed to build up my left side.
Not quite the spring fitness campaign I had planned, but if I do everything right I should be back on the track, better than before.
I ran my second Run Melbourne yesterday and looking at the results I’m pretty happy.
My official time was 25:21.8 (down from 28:07, 2:46 faster than last year)
I was 215th overall, last year I was 544th.
33rd in my age group (40-49).
162nd male, up from 344 last year.
Still room for improvement and, despite my best efforts, I was still caught behind slow runners at the start. It’s frustrating that I couldn’t actually get a clear run until the 800m point by which stage a quarter of the race is almost done. I guesstimate this cost me about 20 seconds on my time.
Any way, results are motivating enough to have me aiming for 24:00 next year.
The most popular post I have written in terms of page views would have to be my rant against disappearing Oddfellow peppermints. It still gets hits to this day.
I love these mints, they are just perfect and they serve another purpose now; they remind me of my mum who fell in love them too when I introduced her them to her. To this day Peter still keeps a bag on top of the microwave so you can imagine my horror when I woke up this morning to the news that Allen’s were stopping production of a large range of their lollies – including finally killing off my Oddfellow mints.
Of course the first thing I did was jump on to Twitter and complain, which appeared on my Facebook page. There’s not much else I could do.
Just over an hour later I received a comment from Allen’s – Oddfellow mints are safe, despite the reporting on web sites. Now the ABC are reporting it too – Sherbies and Oddfellows safe. Just goes to show that Oddfellow mints are still at thing of great importance.
Today’s Park Run was my 23rd
I was 23rd across the line.
I was the 23rd male to finish.
Sadly I didn’t run it in 23 minutes.
Thanks to a birthday gift from Rae I’ve stated to drink tea. I’ve actually grown to look forward to an afternoon cuppa, something I never thought I’d say.
But it seems I’ve inherited a trait from my mother.
I never finish the cup. I always leave a mouthful or two in the bottom.
So, mum, here’s to you. And dad, I berate myself every time I realise what I’ve done, just for you.
Last night I got to meet an idol of mine.
In fourteen years of being together Rae and I had never been to a gig together. A One Day On The Green but never a good old fashioned pub gig. Last night we put that to rest and went to see Frank Turner at the Corner, Frank being one of the very few artists we both agree on.
We went out to dinner before hand wandered up to the Corner a little after doors were open, only they hadn’t yet so we walked around corner and joined the end of the queue. Right at the spot Frank Turner was standing having a smoke. All by himself. Two metres away from people lining up to see him. I wasn’t sure if was cool to whip out the phone and take a snap but someone else broke ranks and went up to him, and he was more than cool about that.
Now I’m normally an incredibly shy type but this opportunity was too good to miss so, as the queue suddenly moved forward, I grabbed Rae and went the other way.
He is a genuinely a nice guy. I got to shake his hand, have a quick chat and then told him about Rae’s new Freddy Mercury ink, knowing that Freddy is one of his idols. He loved the tattoo, told Rae it was ‘f***kn awesome’ and that he had been planning on getting one the same. He then reached out and gave her a hug!. Man, I’m still buzzing the next day.
The gig, of course, was amazing and I’m so happy I bought tickets for his Geelong show. He’s coming back next year, and we’ll be front and centre again.
We had new clothes lines put up today.
This will drive me mad for as long as we live here.
Kennedy spent the night at Nana’s last night, having a sleepover.
This morning Mr Henry came in to bed as he normally does and we were having a chat.
“I sort of miss Kennedy.” he said softly. “I even miss her arguments.”
And that’s how you melt a heart.
Rae and Moo went vintage clothes shopping today leaving the boys and I at home. I thought ‘Why should the girls have all the fun?’ so I took the boys shopping.
I bought them a Lego set each and I popped in to JB to check out a new mouse. On the way out there were two young ladies manning a stall. One looked at me, smiled and instead of the spiel she said ‘Being a super dad today?’
What an odd thing to say and it’s had me wondering what on earth I was doing that was so super?
I smiled back and said ‘Every day’.
Then we went for lunch.
We’ve been a one cat family for a few years and even though we’ve talked about getting another we’ve erred on the side of keeping the peace for Bella, who has been a lot happier since she was queen of the house.
Well, last Friday as we were having a glass of bubbles on the deck Rae read that the Lost Dog Home had too many cats and to they were waiving all fees on adoptions. Then she showed me pictures of poor cats wanting a family. She must have got me at exactly the right time ‘cause I said yes.
Saturday we all went in to the Lost Dogs Home in North Melbourne to meet the cats. There were so many but one lady met our criteria and caught our eye. We needed a calm cat, one who could cope with another cat, one that could cope with kids and ‘Kitty’ was it. She came out of her little box and sat there, accepted pats from excited kids and didn’t bat an eyelid. She was it. What made us even happier was when we found out she had been waiting three months for a family. She’s six years old, or so the home thinks, and is so relaxed she must have come from another family.
She is the calmest cat you could wish to meet. When Bella made it very clear she wasn’t happy that there was another cat on the couch Frankie didn’t even flinch at the hissing or growling. She has spent the last two days sitting on Moo’s bed having decided this is her safe place until she’s happy to start exploring her new world. After months living in a tiny box it’s no wonder she is a bit overwhelmed at so much freedom.
Bella isn’t happy with us, refusing to sit on our laps now but the protest doesn’t reach as far as bed. Our bed is too comfortable to give up, principles or not. So we’re a two cat family again. Hopefully it won’t be long until Frankie is comfortable here and wants to explore more of the house and become one of us.