Friday and I wake up late, very late and I feel like I am suffering from Poo Bear fluffy head. I think my tendency to sleep deeper in the morning becomes more pronounced when I am nearing the end of my 28-day cycle. I get up and drift around in my Merlin robe for a while making myself an egg roll breakfast with my now regular fresh coffee. Eventually I get myself dressed and check my social media and do a few bits of life admin. It’s getting close to lunch time and my partner is on her way to the physiotherapist to continue her course of treatment. A friend rings who I have not had a chat with for ages. It is really good to catch up and to hear how she is doing and how her family is faring. Life with a young family is always challenging and things come up fast and furiously, so it was good to hear my friend energised.
My daughter goes off into town and I make a run for it to the gym. I’m not feeling enthusiastic about it, but I get myself out of the house. I fill the car and check the tyres on the way to the gym, where I change and get up onto the gym floor. I get a cross trainer, dial in my 45 minutes, my weight and my resistance level (11), and then set off with Rammstein in my ears and wheelchair rugby league on the screen. So, the 45 minutes passes followed by the 5-minute warm down. I have burnt 525 calories over 5.33 kilometres. It’s a reasonable session, I do not push hard, it’s the equivalent of a jog. I walk around the gym floor two or three times to warm down then head for the changing rooms. I pop into the toilet for a quick pee and find I am passing blood. I am not amused, it’s clear that whatever is going on the cross trainer needs to be dropped. In future if I’m going to the gym, it will be for a swim. I shower feeling a bit glum and then change. I retreat to the lounge and order a large americano and a large bottle of water. I drink the coffee and then head for home.
Once home I put my washing in, hang my towel up to dry and then go to feed the hedgehog. Fort Hog reveals that my hog has eaten but not all the food and I wonder if Hog is tapering down to hibernation. I bring my partners car back onto the drive and then settle down to relax and rest. My next piss still has blood in it, I drink more water. My partner makes tea, and we sit and eat with the wild extravagance of the gas fire on for a few minutes. We try to continue to watch a series on i-player, but it keeps dropping out. I start to draft the blog and resign myself to a quiet evening before Have I got News for You and the historical Mock the Week. I am disconcerted and angry with my body, it’s going to take longer to get fit and lose the weight. It gets tough earlier than I thought so now it’s time to be creative and adapt. Rocket has his work cut out but that’s what he is there inside me for.
