Broken Bones & Running

No, the above are not related but they are what I will be blogging about today.

Broken Bones
A couple of weeks ago Rich came home with a football injury which I found a little odd as he doesn't actually do much - just stand around in the general area of the goal and not catch any balls! (This is the conclusion I've reached when each week when he returns home from playing and I ask how it went he invariably tells me that his team lost and he let in more goals than they did!) Anyway, his little finger did look very black and very frozen so I put some ice on it and went to bed (I'm such a loving wife).
Over the weekend I began to feel that it just wasn't looking quite right and advised him to go to the hospital and get it checked out. He, being a man, decided he didn't. His reply? "But I can move my fingers, see?".
He didn't play football the next week. His finger hurt...
Ten days after the initial injury he is finally convinced that maybe he should get to the hospital and get it check out. And the verdict? Fractured and dislocated. So badly broken & dislocated that A & E can't fix it and is referred to the Fracture clinic. And their verdict? An operation and a screw to pull it all together...
"But I can move my fingers, see?" Yes, darling, I can see...

Running
I am running. I am running 25 minutes straight with no walking breaks.
Remember this post? Turns out that the 20 minute run wasn't too bad. We managed it. It was a joyous moment. We hugged. We high-fived. We danced. Yes, we danced. In the middle of the park, uninhibited, we danced. It was a beautiful moment.
Since then I've temporarily lost my running partner. For some strange reason she decided that it would be much nicer to go to Venice with her husband to celebrate their wedding anniversary than to stay in England and run... go figure!
I miss her. It's been hard. The first couple of days Rich came with me but it wasn't the same and then he had to go and discover a broken finger...
But I've kept going. I'm amazed at my determination. I think it's become a habit. And who would have thought that 6 weeks ago the woman who struggled to run 4 x 60 second runs would be running for 25 minutes straight? Not me, that's for sure.
Am I finding it easy? Ermmm... no... but then again it's not beyond me... I can do it. Over the next 3 weeks I will be building up to 30 minute runs and then starts the serious 5k training. Currently I run 3.2k in 25 minutes. Based on that it should therefore take me 40 minutes to run 5k. Not too shabby probably but I would like to do it quicker. Watch this space.