Tuesday and its back to work for the world. By the time I get up my partner is at work so I have breakfast and go to the shed to write letters. Its good to be back looking out on my garden and having a flat surface to write on. It takes me a while to get back into the swing of writing, but it came back to me. By lunch time I had two letters to post once I had grabbed a tomato soup lunch. I wander over to the post box in my Rupert Bear yellow golf trousers and bright red padded jacket. My now long hair is tucked into a beanie. Its cold and every so often there is a flurry of snow. I while away the time till Tesco rock up and deliver our weekly grocers, unfortunatley I forgot the eggs this week, perhaps a response to Easter. I put stuff away and change into my training gear. Before returning to the shed I prepare a baked cod dish ready to go into the oven to coincide when I finish training. I go to the shed and train. I decide to push myself today. I rowed a personal best yesterday so I thought I would go for a PB on the bike as its been a while since I set my last bike PB, the end of February in fact. I still do the first ten minutes wearing my aerobic training mask, which is meant to mimic altitude training. So I climb aboard the bike and start out.
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I am exceedingly chuffed with myself, I am without doubt getting fitter and stronger. I am hoping that this continues and I can move into some weight work. Anyway time to press on and eat the meal I prepared earlier along with the newly made salad. My evening will be watching Liverpool lose to Milan and writing the blog. I am getting twitchy about the arival of my new plants, about not getting out and the distance COVID creates getting bigger. Still I am confined untill I get my second vaccination and give it time to ferment into the biochemical guardian angel its intended to be. Tomorrow I will concentrate on work, imvoices and the practicallities of life.
