My husband Bob builds scale model ships. His current project is the Cutty Sark. He has been working 2 to 3 hours a day for over four months and he estimates he is about half finished. I am in awe at the patience he has for each tiny detail. Each day I check in for a progress report, at least I did until Saturday.
Bob is also a life-long distance runner. He has completed 11 marathons including the 1981 Boston Marathon but now at age 65 he only runs half marathons and with the Old Birds Running Team in the Decelle Memorial Relays at Lake Tahoe each June. He has been training since January and is currently up to 1 hour 30 minutes of running. On Saturday afternoon he went out for a training run and about two miles from home he turned onto a paved street, stubbed his toe on a patch of uneven paving and fell hard onto his right hand, dislocating one finger and spraining another (he thought). This morning his hand was so swollen it seemed like a glove that had been blown up until there was no space between the fingers. He went to the doctor and two hours later returned with a temporary cast to just below the elbow and the news that he had broken his pinky finger. For now the shipwright is on disability leave and the runner can't run again until the swelling goes down and he has his permanent cast.
This also means that when we leave on Wednesday morning to drive 12 hours to my parents' house, I will be doing the bulk of the driving.