Tuesday and I wake up feeling rank. I do not think I slept well and my stomach jab site is sore. I think I have woken up still in my withdrawing junkie state. Its usually like this for a couple of days post jab but will lease over the rest of the cycle. By the end of 21 days I am usually back to setting personal bests. I start with a muesli breakfast to which I now add flax seeds, part research and part hitting in hope. This morning I am on a mission to visit a jewelers and to take the bag of clothes that has been hanging around for ages to the charity shop. In order to get the jeweler sorted I visit my treasure box and find all sorts of stuff I had half forgotten about including a watch that I had lost track of. I get myself organised with the bag of clothes and gym kit and head off on to the world.
The charity shop is in the next village and has a reserved car space out front, which is handy. I deposit my bag of goodies, get a quick thank you and then I am back in the car. I pause and notice that the window display of Aged UK is pretty good, nice leather coat. I am tempted to go back inside but my frontal lobes intervene and remind me that I have more than enough clothes and that some are a bit tight so I had best get to the gym. The gym is empty apart from the unemployed, aged and fitness fanatics. I swear the day time lot are mostly there for the showers and the steam room judging by how many actually make it to the gym floor. I climb aboard a cross trainer, ramp up Rammstein and grind for an hour. It is a grind to start with but the effort eases as I get through the hour. At last I am done, 696 calories burnt and 7.55 kilometres traveled, virtually of course. I sterilise the machine and head for the showers. These days I do not bother to remember my locker number I just have a rough idea where it is and look for the pink padlock, it appears no one else fancies a pink padlock on their locker door. It makes me smile, men’s changing rooms are still so macho and image driven. Today the lounge bar is open so I indulge in Thai chicken soup and an americano. The soup comes with half a baguette, the dreaded carbs, but I succumb and indulge enjoyably. The gym is all very well but I’ve missed a call from a friend, which is irksome.
On the way home I fill my partners car and put the bins out before I park up. Once in home I pick up the watch that I had rediscovered this morning and got my “watch kit” from the garage and started to tinker with it. It was a present from my partner and has languished in a draw for a while due to it not working. I get the first old one working but the silver one takes more thought. At last I get into it and change the battery but find the retaining lever on one side does not retain the battery. I resort to my old friend nail varnish, a dab of my eldest daughters blue polish cements the bits in place and the watch works again. Just the back to wrestle back onto the watch and I am done. In the midst of this our guest arrives and Amazon deliver a few boxes, which seems to suggest that the rest of the family are getting ahead with their Christmas shopping.
By the time I’ve finished with the watches and started the blog its time for tea with our guest. There is conversation around the table and then I retreat to the blog before we all settle down to watch the great British Bake Off. I am feeling less sore for having trained and have a work free day tomorrow and a day when I shall have much of the house to myself as my partner and her friend are going to Chatsworth House Christmas fayre. Hopefully I can train, think about Christmas and read some more of The Cat That Saved Books.
