Friday morning, note to self: not a good idea to watch Deadpool till gone 1 o’clock at night. I wake up feeling decidedly crap. I do get up and manage some toast and coffee, but I am very off it. The morning is a mishmash of drugs, vitals, reading and the hint of chores. Most of the morning I sit around wondering if my gut will finally settle. I go to the Shed and write a for a while. I return to the house still feeling off and settle down to respond to some emails and do some admin. After a while I shift myself to go to the post box and to buy some fruit juice. Its only a short walk but I feel knackered. Its so tempting to just flop but I gather up what I have left and go to the garage to train. If I do not put some effort in then the chemo drug side effects will just get worse. I set the rower for 30 minutes and get going. Its bloody tough but I grind and fall just short of what I would normally expect in terms of distance and calories. It will do at least I’ve made the effort.

I record the session, dump the training kit and then relax a little in front of the TV. My partner feeds me tea and I dig into to watch more world athletics followed by a Jack Reacher film. I’m feeling knocked around by my drugs and condition at the moment so I am hoping the distraction of the village scarecrow festival over the bank holiday weekend will provide some gentle relief. I will of course continue to think about the thought experiment of zombies.