Saturday and it I wake late to make drinks for my partner and I before we get up for the day. We chat for a while and plan Christmas admin and the “to do” tasks for the weekend. We eventually get up and have a breakfast of bacon sandwiches. It’s time to start in on the stuff to do. Before we can get started, we get both a post-delivery and an Amazon drop so there are things to squirrel away before we can get on with things. We drive to our local garden centre to stock up on veg, fruit and meat. On the way back we stop at the garage, and I do an impromptu lesson on checking and filling the tyres on the car. This was prompted by the low tyre pressure warning light coming on in the car. It turns out that the front nearside tyre was down to 21psi. By the time we got home the bloody low pressure warning light had come on again. Clearly a new job to take care of.
Once home the goodies get unpacked, and I settle down to watch the first knockout match on the World Cup. The rest of the household disappear to start the secret Christmas wrapping. The Netherlands beat the plucky USA team 3-1. It was an average game. Now it’s my turn to be active. I get into my training gear and head for the garage. I’ve decided to do a 45-minute session at my lower level of resistance. I get going and gradually get into my rhythm. In the end the session turns out to be a reasonable one with me having burnt 600+ calories over 9+ kilometres.
I just have time to get my kit off and eat tea before the start of the next match. Argentina versus Australia. Of course, the plucky socceroos were not good enough and the Argentinians end up winning 2-1. I move on to drafting the blog to the TV wallpaper of Midsommer Murders. The day has somehow disappeared and here I am spoonless and looking forward to tomorrow my rest day, not that I will as I have a pile of things to do before the new week kicks in. Tomorrow is the all-important weigh in day. I find this week I have been constantly hungry and craving something sweet, so I am hoping the scales give me good news and a reason to have my once-a-week sweet treat. I feel tired but this is Rocket time and will go being so until my next oncology review in January. Only then will I know if doing what I can control will have any effect on my PSA levels.
