Tuesday and partner goes to work and I wake up slowly taking my vitals as I go. They are good so its a good start to the day. I ring the GP surgery and book my next set of bloods and then check my messages and social media. I take a look at the news before finally getting up and getting into my training gear. It’s pouring with rain and the garage with my rower in it is quite chilly. I strap in and decide to go for a 45 minute session. I get myself going determined to get myself over the 200 PAI points mark on my fitness app. I seem to get into to a rhythm quite quickly and the session goes well, in fact its the best 45 minutes I’ve done since I got back to training.
With my session recorded I clear the kitchen and then make a late breakfast. There is some organising to do before I clamber out of my training kit and start to think about receiving the Tesco delivery and occupying myself on this very rainy day. My solution is to write letters. The Shed is not the best place to be right now so I opt to type a letter. Part way through my letter writing the Tesco van arrived, backed into the drive way and a very wet and pissed off looking driver appeared. Needless to say there was not a lot of chat just some focussed delivery business. The goodies get squirrelled away and I return to my letter. Once finished, my letter gets sealed as usual and I debate whether the rain is too heavy to go to the pot office. I decide to make the trip so that I can get cake for the guest we are expecting tonight.
Pulling on my blue boots and my prison issue weather proof parka I make the trip to post my letter and but a paper. The cake I buy is suspiciously cheap and from a brand I do not recognise but in this weather I’m not going to slog it down to the village co-op. Back home I fall upon the crosswords in the paper and that is where I am when my partner returns home followed shortly our over night guest.
After a cup of tea and a biscuit my partner and our guest go off to a local restaurant and I make myself tea and settle down to a night of European football. As the games roll on and my eldest daughter goes to the gym I am left alone to draft the blog. This is how the evening passes until its time for night meds and bed. Its been a good first day of October, tomorrow I may decide to have a rest day from training adn concentrate on getting up to date with my letter writing, I’ve been out of contact with too many friends of late and need to catch up.
