Friday, yesterday now, and I recall the day as one of bits and pieces but most of all the day my youngest daughter and her partner arrived to visit us for the weekend. Of course I’m most interested to know how my grandson is coming along. The answer is very well. Of course there is shopping to be done for food and meals to be prepared. On the way to the garden centre to buy food we stop off to drop a package in for return. I note that the local pillar box has been adorned for tomorrows coronation.
Along the way the new powder dispenser for the washing machine arrives. I get the fitting sorted but as yet have not had the chance to test it. The day whiles away but of course regardless of everything I am still in Sparta adn that means that I need to train so I get changed and go to the garage. I decide that I need to make an effort today so although I select to go for 45 minutes I up the resistance level and as soon as I make the first pull I knew it was going to be long session. I am pleased to manage 9+ kilometres and to also burn 600+ calories.
I change out of my training kit and record my session in my journal. When I check the fitness app I find that my fitness age has dropped to 40. Here I am stage 4 cancer and the fitness age of a forty year old. How ironic is that? My partner gives our youngest daughter the things that she has bee knitting in preparation of the arrival of our grandson in July. The industry and skill is excellent.
It’s then time for a family meal and a meander into the evening. I watch Have I Got News for You and then read before taking my night meds and going to bed.
Saturday, coronation day, arrives and I sleepily wake to find the household up . Three things happen, breakfast, coronation and I finish reading Sophie’s World, a book within a book, within a book. A very interesting read. Now its time to see how our village is celebrating in the rain. Of course there is Morris dancing, which in this case provided the spectacle of a washboard player and some interesting dancing.
As is the tradition it starts to rain hard and so we return home. I update the blog and then I get ready to train for the final time this week. I decide a short half hour at my lower level to end the week. I set everything up, or so I thought, and set off. It goes well and I find myself racing at the end to hit the 7 kilometre mark and the 400+ calorie burn. I make it! Go me. However when I check the fitness app on my wrist it has been paused since 6 seconds after I started. “Bollocks” was my response to that.
I finish the session and go to the sofa to fill in my diet and exercise journal. After a few minutes I go upstairs to change and then go to pick up my spare drugs wallet. When I get to my drugs draw I find that the wallet is empty. So I gather up all my necessary drugs and go to the lounge and fill up my drugs wallets for the next two weeks. Just as I finish the wallets the evening meal is ready and once again we sit down as a family and dine. We chat and comment on todays coronation experience. I clear the kitchen, set Daisy (dishwasher) going and join the family on the lounge and draft the blog as I watch Dalgleish. I’m tired and looking forward to not training tomorrow, I am hoping above all that when I weigh in tomorrow morning that I will weigh less than last week, then and only then will I allow myself a treat. For now I cruise through the the rest of the evening looking forward to the day of rest tomorrow. After that its Bank Holiday Monday and I get to do another MRI scan.
