DVT DAY 236
Friday, the day I atone for the bag of chocolate buttons I devoured yesterday. So I get up and get into my training gear before making myself a bacon bagel and coffee. Breakfast done I head to the shed and clamber aboard the exercise bike for an hours effort. I notice as I tread out the time on the bike that my garden is still producing flower. Little gems dotted around the garden or hanging in clusters from hardy bushes. Still no frogs to be seen and Cox and Pippin the spring time newts have now long gone to hibernate. Actually I do not recall seeing next doors cat, Bumblebee, for a long time. It may either flat beneath a cars wheels locally or curled up in front of a fire having decided to hibernate until there is nesting behaviour going on and the promise of fledging to capture. Today the hour passes quickly and I am soon mopping down the bike with antibacterial wipes and gathering up my tracksuit. I return to the house and have a coffee and a biscuit and then go off to the garage for more exercise. This time its the rower that I get on and set off for an half hour. Its hard work after the bike but I keep and even pace and ignore the sweat and the nag in my back. The minutes pass as I count off the percentages towards the finish and I am pleasantly surprised at getting through the 6 kilometre barrier, not something I was expecting so soon. I could not resist the photo opportunity.
Once I had caught my breath and wiped myself down I set about doing the exercise program that my eldest daughter has devised for me. Its a killer and I cheat, I cheat a lot but I do get some stuff done which bends me, stretches me and makes me feel where my body does not want to go. I am truly tired and head for the shower. I love the feeling of getting fresh and clean after exercise, it marks a readiness to get on with the day. In my case it was heading to the kitchen to make noodles and to sit on the sofa and recover from my mornings exertions. Noting on my way into the kitchen that my youngest daughter had arrived and settled at the kitchen table with her laptop, so pretty soon all four of us were laptopped in our corners of the house busily going about our cyber ways. A friend rang to chat and described how she is up to her eyes in creating new clothes and preparing for the fun of Halloween with her daughters tomorrow. Providing COVID is not prohibitive we hope to have coffee at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park next week. I put some bread together and prepared a curry for dinner. My youngest daughter delivered us our new Christmas bauble, something she could not resist when drawn towards Lewis’s Christmas decoration department. I love it, what else could be better in 2020 for all sorts of reasons on all sorts of levels. We will hang it on this years tree with great pride.
My curry went down well as did the surprise tiramisu (terror ma sue is my dyslexic version, thank heavens for spell check). Time to write the blog while watching An Extra Slice and looking forward to tomorrows day of rugby international. I still have to make up for my days indulgence this week so I will up early and depending on the weather will be either rowing in the relative comfort of the garage or braving the bike in the shed.
