Thursday and I am awake early as today I’m going to the gym for the day, the intention is to do two sessions either side of lunch. I have breakfast and organise myself while my partner does her first two work meetings. The its a frantic getting things ready and I leave for the gym followed by my partner. It is the first time in months that everyone in the household have left the house. I hope the house behaves itself while we are away.

The gym is clearing out its early morning addicts as I arrive. I get double lockers to accommodate both my bags as I have brought my traveling office rucksack with me. I grab a cross trainer on the gym floor and set off on a 55 minutes session. It goes okay and earns me PAI points on my Fitbit.

I walk around a bit and then return to the changing rooms to get my track suit and rucksack office. Once besuited I head for the lounge and a large coffee accompanied by a bacon adn egg bun. I settle down to read Fragile Things and to get the blog started. Its a good way to while away a couple of hours. By about half past one I get myself back to the gym floor and get onto one of the gym rowing machines, a different type from mine in the garage. It has a long pull but on this one the display is a pig to sort out. I end up doing 10 minutes on this machine. Its not smooth and I find it uncomfortable although these machines are the standard training ones that real rowers use.

Feeling slightly disgruntled I head for a recumbent bike and set off intending to do a quiet 30 minutes to find the machine has set itself for an hour. I’m not up for that and go for 30 minutes. I have Rammstein in my ears and pedal rhythmically to it until the half hour rolls round. I drink the last of my water as I walk round the gym floor deciding that I’ve done enough for the day.

On reflection I might have been better off doing a weights session in the afternoon but hey that can be done another day. I shower and get another coffee in the club lounge. While I cool down properly I read some more Fragile Things. On the way home I fill the car and would have done my tyres had some twat not parked in front of the air line and left their car there. So home it is and the usual post gym bag emptying before I update the blog. As an experimental day at the gym its gone okay, I might repeat it. In the enthusiasm to get fitter I had forgotten to order my monthly allocation of drugs and so I do it late in the afternoon, whether the injection arrives in time for Monday. There is a bit of me that doesn’t give a toss as they are not working any more with my PSA rising. I know all the arguments about it might rise faster if I don’t take the damn stuff but I’m not seeing any evidence for that. It will be what ever its going to be.

Tonight is tuna pasta night and my partners singing lesson so I expect to be reading most of the night. Meds, read, sleep seems to be the pattern.