Thursday and once again I wake engulfed by the new fluffy duvet. These days it’s very tempting to stay snuggled down in the fluffiness, however I do get up and sort out my breakfast. There is of course football match on TV but a little way in a friend rings me and we chat for a long time. It was good to have the time to catch up and to compare how Christmas preparations are going. We range across lots of issues for an hour until my friend has to go to continue her progress around the supermarkets. I return to the football match until I get to fill in my world cup chart with the result.
There is more football coming but I cannot watch anymore, my conscience just won’t allow me to, so I change into my training kit. As my cold has stopped me from training over the last two days I need to put in a longer session, so I decide that I will go for an hour but reduce the resistance level by one. I get into the garage and find it is quite chilly and the rain is pouring down as I get strapped onto the rower.
The session starts slowly as I am wary of doing an hour after a couple of days off. I also have a lingering fear that an hour rowing might lead to me pissing blood again, so I am gentle with myself. The session goes smoothly once I am warmed up. Once I get through the first half hour, I relax a bit and then pick off the remaining time in five-minute chunks that roughly equate to 1000 metres. At the end of the hour, I am satisfied with the session and glad that I have it out of the way for today. As I am going away for the weekend I need to think when I can train, if at all and keep an eye on my diet.
I return to the lounge and record the session and sit and stare for a while. I change out of my kit and put my washing in. To refuel I make peanut toast and coffee. I settle down with I am David my new book from my friend. It is supposed to be a children’s book, but it does not read like a child’s book and its subject is very adult and although written in the early 1960s and deals with the issues that surrounded the forced labour camps that held up to 2.5 million people. As I say not easy stuff for children but written so it is accessible.
More football follows as does tea. I retrieve my washing and hang it on the airer before settling down to draft the blog to the background wallpaper off Brazil versus Serbia. In truth I have run out of spoons right now and have started to plan my day tomorrow. I need to train, pack for the weekend and drive down to the Forest of Dean. A busy day in which I will have to resist the temptation of “driving wine gums”.
