September the 1st, a Wednesday, its autumn. I am at war. Its back into the arena to be fit, to be lean and to be strong. By the time I get to Oncology on the 21st of December I will be fit enough to undertake whatever new shit gets thrown at me. So its a new focus on exercise and diet. It also includes being more focused on work, so that it gets productive and before this Christmas I will have my poetry ready to publish.
So I start my day with toast and some admin before deciding to train early as possible today. I get into my training gear and make my way to the garage. I decide to go for an hour at a lower level to loosen myself up and set my new regime on the road. It goes well.
Metres 
Time and Calories
I am gargantuan, I row a personal best. This is the best possible start to a new campaign. I am encouraged. I head for the shower. Refreshed I check my emails and complete the medical questionnaire for Fridays visit to the spa. That done I go to the Shed and write a brief note and take it to the post box. By now its become worrying that the garden waste bin has not been collected. I sneak out and check the neighbours bins. They are also full. I check the website of the local council and find that they are saying they have not got enough HGV drivers to complete all their runs. Their advice: “put it out next time”. Staggering. The garden guy arrives so its time to make tea, chat and and consider the strategy for putting the garden to bed for the winter. We have a plan. While he cuts the lawns I create my work invoice for August and get is sent to my new boss. My partner goes to the dentist and on her return we eat tea and settle down for the evening. I shall write the blog, check my new to do list and wait for my eldest daughter to return from what appears to have been an unproductive day at work. I plan to read a little tonight. Not a bad first day of the new campaign.
