Friday, I slept poorly last night so I’m sluggish in the morning. I wake to find my partner has gone to the physio so I rummage through the kitchen to feed myself muesli and coffee. Then its time to get back to being in front of the laptop and doing a work meeting. I finish just in time to get a call from a friend and to chat about how the world is and my looking towards being away next week on the writing course. By lunchtime my partner had returned and was preparing to go to see her mother. My plan was to go to the gym but I fund myself doing admin and finding that I had a load of chores related to going away next week. Amongst the chores was sending a photo of me to go on a website. This was tricky. Hair up or down? In the end I went for hair down.

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The afternoon time seems to melt away as I put a meal into the crock pot and all thoughts of going to the gym gets lost. I finally cannot put the exercise off any longer, I do not feel like it at all. I get myself into the garage and straddle the rower. Its 30 minutes of effort, I’m still sore from Mondays jab but in a strange way it makes me work harder. Almost a personal best but not quite, I moss it by a measly 120 metres, but given that it is early in my cycle I am encouraged.

I change and return to the sofa to record my session and to open the Amazon parcels that had arrived. One of which is a circulation reviver for the feet. Its a present to my partner who has strained her feet on the cross trainer. We both give it a go as we watch the England match during the evening. Its a strange feeling sensing the mild electric current in the feet and calfs, we will see if it works over the next few days. The family retreat to bed and leave me to write the blog and put the house to bed. I also write the going away to do list, which will rule the next 48 hours. Faced with the reality of not being able to post the blog each day is somehow disturbing, I suspect that the disconnection is more perturbing than I care to think about.