DVT DAY 103
Woke to more rain and a dismal morning. So dragged myself up an had breakfast and drugs and thought about what I was going to do. This problem was solved for me when I found I had a one to one meeting with the Enabling Environment programme manager at 10:30. She however messaged at 10o’clock asking where I was and then apologised for getting ahead of herself. The meeting came and went with little to note beyond the odd minor adaptation to the current “to do” list. As soon as that meeting ended I was into another one and proving who I am to get my DBS clearance by waving my passport, drivers licence and National Insurance number at the screen. This was soon over and it was time for lunch with my partner and daughter. It was one of those bored moments with nothing to do, allegedly, that my brain turns to mush and I want entertainment. In this instance I got my daughter to show me where she made the new emoji of herself. I down loaded and app and created a new me, which apparently I can modify at any time, if only life was that simple. We then spent a few minutes sending my youngest daughter messages with emojis to tantalise her, and it succeeded.
Enough was enough but then a friend told me her wife had just been promoted at work and so there was an excuse to use the emoji again. I sense that I may soon get bored with the emoji thing.
I changed and at last clambered on to the new exercise bike for my first session. The bike is still in the kitchen but now has the floor mat under it so there was no excuse not to train. 45 minutes of light weight pedalling just about did me and made me very aware, as if I wasn’t already, of how unfit I am at the moment. The bike is basic but solid and does the job and I am sure I will adapt to it but my arse cried for mercy fairly early on in the experience. No mistaking that pain in the arse feeling where you know that this is not something that can be tolerated day after day. I got off the bike hot and sweaty and sat for a while to recover, my partner came through and when she saw that I had been on the bike commented “ I wondered what all the huffing and puffing was”.
Having recovered I went to Amazon to the “rescue my arse” section and ordered some proper padded cycling shorts and a pair of exercise shoes that will fit the pedals more comfortably. I am determined to shed this weight and I will cycle everyday to do it so I think my baboon arsed cycling pants to be a good investment.
Having recovered enough I went to run a bath and got side tracked by an interesting piece of work my partner was doing, so interested that when I got back to the bath room the bath was flowing freely through the over flow pipe. So a tepid bath, as both hot and cold had been left on. Once out I made the fatal mistake washing my hair using the shower attachment which can be temperamental, today it was. I had a head full of Head and Shoulders shampoo and the shower cut out so I had to go down stairs and use the one down stairs. Life is never simple. I eventually got dry and changed in time for my partner and daughter return from their walk and to start the tea routine while I cleared my work space in the lounge for the weekend. So here I am in the office, my office, writing the blog and looking forward to weekend English football, the arrival of my arse saving pants and tomorrows bike session. I also have a video to make, but that will be an adventure.
