Monday, reset, day but first there is a trip to the GP and a couple of jabs to have. I get myself down in the rain to the surgery and offer up my gut to be injected and then my left arm for the B12. It all over very quickly and I am soon at the reception desk booking my blood test for a fortnights time and checking when they open in the new year. I walk back home and log into a work meeting. It goes reasonably well and by lunch time I’m free for the rest of the day. I quick lunch made by my partner and the I am maintenance man. The new toilet seats have arrived and need installing, so I set about the task with a degree of confidence. My confidence is well founded and I am soon the proud owner of new fittings.
I do some more small jobs and I am indulging in a pre training coffee when my brother in law arrives with Christmas goodies. We of course chat and drink more coffee for a while. We talk Christmas and how everything is tricky this year and how it is increasing difficult to juggle all the families commitments. It would seem that the family Christmas’s of old are gone and that now we adapt as best we can. Christmas now needs to be longer than a day. Perhaps we should we should just revert back to a good old fashioned pagan winter festival.
After he leaves I finally get changed into my training kit and get myself into the garage to row for thirty minutes. It is always the same when I return to training although this time seemed to be tougher than I remember. I grind out thirty minutes and remembered how stupid I am to stop for any time. My aim is to be back down to 92 kilos by the 19th of December. So its sessions like this and back to the protein and fruit diet for now. I’ve yet to decide how long my Christmas indulgence will be and in what form.
I eat a late tea and watch “the first vikings” during the evening as my partner has gone out for a meal with a friend. I settle to write the blog before I begin to get ready for my trip tomorrow to MB3 and the face to face Elders meeting. I’m traveling tomorrow and staying till Thursday morning so I need to improvise my exercise for a couple of days. But first there is the Richard Dimbleby Lecture by Dame Sarah Gilbert to watch, an unexpected jewel.
