Tuesday and I wake to my partner going off to work. I laze for a while and check my vitals, which are good. I go through my messages and socials routine before attending to some life and Christmas admin. With a big effort I get up and in to my training gear take my morning meds and head for the garage and the rower. I make the decision to take the resistance level up a notch to level 5 and set the duration for 30 minutes. Its time to start to increase the intensity of the work. With the infinity Monkey Cage in my ears I set off and after being educated about trees I am rewarded with a new personal best for this time and resistance level since I started back training.
I take a few moments to record the session and then clear the kitchen before taking a shower to freshen up. Feeling clean and refreshed I accompany my eldest daughter to the local pub and sit down to chorizo hash and fruit tea. We chat about judges and the law, finally getting on with the conversation about birthdays and Christmas. On the way home we try to buy a paper but the village co-op is out.
Once home I start to draft the blog and to dig about in my wardrobes to stock check what the elves have brought so far. Crucially I am still waiting for my bespoke wrapping paper and cards so I cannot start the secret squirrel wrapping spree, but I do have the materials to start preparing my Christmas Poetry Stanza contribution. Just need to find some me time to get that all done. Its a European football week so I expect I will be glued to a game tonight. What I do get is an unexpected call from a friend who has been able for the first time to get herself to a face to face meeting and mix socially with colleagues. It is great that she is being able to keep moving forward in her recovery from long COVID. It is sobering that there are many people like my friend who are still battling long COVID. It takes a lot of creativity and perseverance to keep fighting to recover. Before I know it I am squirreling away the Tesco order and then I am on to my evening.
As predicted my evening is a combination of football and a film called Leave the World Behind. What an interesting film but a strange ending. I finish the blog, take my night meds and go to bed, wondering if I will train tomorrow or begin another round of letter writing, depending on how my body responds to todays efforts.
