Its a Friday and I wake to a day of mundanity. My partner is going out for lunch so I will be amusing myself. I take my vitals which are all good. The impression that I am getting is that since starting on the steroids my blood pressure has decreased a bit but I will not know until I have done the calculations at the end of this cycle of Enzalutamide, cycle 30, on the 22nd if this month. With my vitals done I get up and have breakfast and my morning meds, there after I am puttering about with messages and social media stuff. I am not feeling top notch but I decide to train, so its off with one set of clothes and on with another to train in. An hour session feels beyond me today so I settle for a 45 minute one. Once strapped onto the rower my routine does not allow me to chicken out to once started I am committed. It is a beast of a session, I am sluggish and cannot get any rhythm and it stays jagged to the very end, but getting to the end feels like an achievement today.

Having recorded my session in my journal I shower and have lunch. I spend time emailing my publishers and trying to get up to date with where we are and what I need to be doing to finish off the agreed work. I have decided to send some review copies out and draft a letter to go out with the books, but I send it to the publishers first to see what they think. By the end of the afternoon I am spoonless and have no energy for anything other than eating tea, watching rugby, Have I got News for You and the last ever episode of Miranda. By now its time for my night meds and to draft a quick days episode of the blog. Despite my cutting out all sweets, cakes, biscuits and nibbles I do not feel I am losing weight but I will find out at my Sunday weigh in. I seem to lack energy at the moment but plan a trip to Bosworth Battle Field tomorrow, which has a museum and a café.