Wednesday rolls up after a bad nights sleep. That will teach me to mix chilli con carne with Indiana takeaway on the same day. My partner is up and on her way to see her mother, but brings me hot water before she goes. I take my vitals, which I realise has become my morning meditation. I ask Alexa to play meditation music as I settle down to take my temperature, oxygen saturation percentage, heart rate and my blood pressure. The blood pressure is taken a couple of time following the medical guidelines. So there is a period of deep breathing as I crank up the blood saturation to an acceptable level, followed by a period of relaxing where I try to still the monkey of the mind until my blood pressure drops to an okay level. All in all it can take up to twenty or thirty minutes, so I guess I’m doing a regular meditation time each morning.
I get up and tentatively make a breakfast I think my stomach can take and then I set about the chores. By the time I am ready to train I have filled soap dispensers, tidied away my clothes and organised for a tiler to come and give me quote to re-tile the office floor. There are other various bits and bobs that get done until finally its time to train, or rather I cannot avoid it any more. I go to the garage and set the rower up for an hours session. All I want to do is earn enough PAI points on my fitness App to get me over 100, that’s all I want. My start is slow and it is a struggle to get into any kind of rhythm but with a training music selection in my ears I grind on. By half way I am at least a minute and an half down on my standard and I am feeling no better but I try to push on. As I get closer to the end I realise there is an outside chance of making 12 kilometres. I push as hard as I can and eventually at the end I have sneaked it. I am knackered, but go me!
It took me a while to recover enough to eat the cheese on toast my partner had made for a late lunch before I went for a shower. It takes me a lot of calories to shower after training so by the time I returned to the sofa read and listen to a new episode of Mark Steel’s In Town (Oakham) I am without any energy spoons at all. The book I am reading is a gift that came with the stern warning not to watch the Will Smith film version of the book. It was a very clear instruction but I have already seen at least part of the film. I Am Legend is the book by Richard Matheson. As soon as I started reading the book I knew why I had been warned off the film, its a terrific book, so much more depth and sense of jeopardy than the film.
By the end of the afternoon I am even more knackered and begin to draft the blog until tea is ready. Thankfully it is plain and stomach friendly so I get it down me and return to the blog. My partner and I start to watch seven bodies in a Mexican morgue. It comes to meds time, taken with a bite to eat and then bed. Hopefully tomorrow will bring joy on the office floor front.
