Tuesday and after a reasonable nights sleep I wake up and do my vitals. For soem reason they are better than the last three days. My partner brings me hot water and then goes the gym. I get up and dress in some training gear before making a toast breakfast and taking my morning meds. The window cleaner turns up and is in and out in no time, its a rip off. I order some new training underwear and then I go to the garage to find the rower.

To be frank I am scared of starting training again and I am hopeless at judging what is sensible so I am unsure what I am going to do. Reason or cowardice wins out and I decide to do twenty minutes on level 3. That’s less resistance then ever before and the shortest time, but I figure I have to start somewhere. The first few pulls are tentative and slowly I try to get into a rhythm. All I can do is grind my way through the time and see how it goes. So I grind away and get to the end of the time. My old routine drops in and I take a picture of the monitor. For a first session since the 1st of December it seems to be okay.

I retreat to the sofa to rest and recover as I start the draft of the blog. All I need to do now is clean the shower head and see what I can manage to do this afternoon. Unfortunately the showerhead is not an easy job and needs more attention. Having got into non training clothes my partner returns and we go off for lunch at a local garden centre.

My lunch selection is chilli con carne in the hope that I can taste something. I am deeply into the stage where my taste buds are wiped out so anything spicy is my choice. I am not disappointed by the chilli that at least provided a tang and a dash of cold sour cream. My body begins to complain about the earlier rowing so once I’ve eaten I just need to rest and my partner drives me home so I can flop on the sofa and listen to I’m Sorry I Haven’t Got a Clue, until I am recovered enough to draft more blog and get ready for the evening. It is a world cup qualifier for the English women’s team against Spain. So my evening will be a mixture of sport and Slow Horses. The crunch will come tomorrow when I assess whether I can train again. Of course there will be night meds to take and with luck I will get an early night as tomorrow evening I’m at the theatre.