Here I am in Melbourne looking after Blondie Daughter #1 who had her nasty annoying tonsils removed yesterday. After almost eighteen months of debilitating tonsillitis the decision was made by the surgeon to get rid of these bothersome twin body parts. Isabelle has been living in Melbourne for the past three years studying at Monash University.
I hate to say this, but taking time off to come to Melbourne when life is so busy is kind of like an enforced mini-holiday. I’m staying with Isabelle in her little townhouse that’s within walking distance of cute cafes, interesting shops and a lovely shopping centre. I’m reading books, having a few little cat naps and going for runs in exchange for cooking chicken soup, hand holding, dishing out medication and just a bit of general cleaning, cooking and washing. I could easily make a full time job out of looking after Pauly, farm house and garden… not to mention the times I am called upon to put on my gumboots and be Farmer Annie. This bit of housework and nursing is like play in comparison! (whispers) I can say this because Pauly doesn’t read my blog, he likes me to read it to him so I will just not read this bit!
The patient is doing well so far. It’s hard to convince her that even though she feels ok she needs to rest. But I seem to be doing a good job so far.
Yesterday was surgery day so I got my 8km scheduled training run in early. Where to run? A quick look at google maps suggested I could do two 4km loops. Thank goodness for my back to start function on my Polar RC3 GPS watch! The first loop went ok but the second one was a bit off and a couple of times I consulted the trusty back to start arrow due to a wrong turn. I hadn’t used this function before!
Things that struck me about my big city run:
- I carried Isabelle’s key ring full of keys and garage door opener wrapped up in a tissue so it wouldn’t jingle in my SPI belt and drive me nuts as I ran. There was no need. I could hear NOTHING over the roar of Melbourne’s Monday morning traffic.
- As I ran I passed a few running and cycling tracks which looked like they would wind around wooded bush and park areas. I chose not to use them because I wasn’t sure about the safety of running on my own in the area. But they are there. Even in this enormous city there are some bushy tracks to explore.
- I didn’t see another runner! I saw a few cyclists, but no one else running. Perhaps it was the time of day. I started running just before 7am.
- The run seemed to take no time at all because there was so much to see and take in! That was nice.
Waiting for the surgery took all afternoon. There was a four hour delay. Because Isabelle had to fast I didn’t feel I could eat or drink in front of her so I got to fast too. Great. Honestly I could’ve eaten the hospital bedspread by the end of the day. All that was on offer at this hospital was a very archaic vending machine and I had just enough change for a hot chocolate and chocolate bar. Not so healthy but food never tasted so good!
I was told that Isabelle would be back in her hospital bed within 45 minutes. After an hour and half I started to get a bit concerned and just when I was thinking about enquiring the surgeon stuck his head in the door and told me all was well. He apologised for keeping us waiting with the surgery.
Me being me held up the book I was reading and said No trouble! I said it was like a holiday being able to sit down and read a book all afternoon. The book I held up was Run Like Crazy. The surgeon it turned out, is a runner. For the next 10 minutes we talked running as if he had nothing better to do. He told me his dad, also a surgeon, was a marathoner and so was he. I couldn’t help but think what a good example it is to be a health professional at the height of the pecking order AND be into an activity that screams health and vitality – running. He wished me well for the Cadbury Marathon and asked me what else I’d done. He raised his eye brows when I described the Point to Pinnacle course and told me no wonder I look in such good shape. That was cool! I’m 50 and I look like a runner! Best body I’ve ever had thanks to running.
It’s strange to be in Melbourne just a few weeks before Christmas and so close to having just been here for my 50th birthday. It’s like time is standing still but I know it isn’t. Christmas is only a few weeks away and that will mean marathon taper time.
There is always a positive to find in a not so positive situation. Having surgery is never good but the tonsils are gone now. Life on the farm, at work and the training schedule are busy beyond the ridiculous but in the middle of all this demanding schedule I get to slow down; I get to spend time with Isabelle and in the process I get a laidback week.
I shall write about Run Like Crazy in my next post. Now there is a crazy running dude! I read the whole book shaking my head in disbelief at what he was able to achieve.
Happy running 🙂