Breaking the routine isn't always bad!

Good news, my plan for the weekend worked better than I had hoped. While I was left running around a field in army greens pushing my fitness and my mental strength to the edge, my other half spent her day doing the things she loved without me.

Friday just after I wrote my blog I had a text to thank me for the card, we spoke on the phone briefly and she promised to do the little things on the list I had given her and to keep herself busy.

Saturday, I text to say I had got to the army base and was safe, before being escorted to a VIP tour and the battlefield training session. It was killer but I kept a smile on my face. In Essex, my other half went to one of our favourite places for cake 'Poppins', with a magazine. When she told me about what she had been up to she said it was so much better to go alone. She told me how great it was to just sit and read and not have to worry about talking to people or looking rude. It made me smile, there is me thinking that going somewhere alone would appear odd to others, yet actually she's quite right and I'm sure a piece of cake and a good magazine or two was a great plan. So while she sent me photos of cake and her dogs, I sent her photos of my face after training, my taped up ankle and the England kit I got to wear.

Overall, it was amazing to get back sunday, have her turn up at mine and have dinner with my parents while I recounted as much as I could about the weekend. And I think we both learnt, that breaking the routine, although hard, is bearable, you just need to work with it.