Tuesday and its up in the morning after a reasonable nights sleep, but not before a hot water and taking my vitals, which were okay, not great but they will do. I weigh myself as I had no opportunity over the weekend, being away. To my surprise and relief I weighed in at 99.9 kilos, anything under 100 kilos is a win these days with the introduction of steroids into my medications. So I climb into my training kit, because at soem point I will train and I cannot be doing with changing clothes all the time to do different things. I make my go to breakfast of fried egg sandwich and fruit juice and get my drugs down me.

Normally at this point I would train, there is the dishwasher to unpack and reload followed today by the need to retether the cover on the garden swing seat. Armed with strong cord and a mallet I get into the garden and get it sorted. While on a roll I open the cold frames and fill the bird and squirrel feeders. With nothing else to do in the garden its time to sort the laundry out, so I juggle what’s been left in the machines so that I can get my stuff underway. That’s it I think, its time to train and just as I am about to head for the garage and the rower the window cleaners arrive who as fortune would have it are also going to clear the gutters today. I watch them up their ladders and see how much stuff comes out of the gutters and ends up in the garden recycling bins. It would appear that I’ve made a lot of Ladybirds homeless. Finally the happy crew drive off and do the BACS thing to pay them. At last I can train train but not before I start todays blog and empty one laundry machine into another. Such is domestic bliss.

I eventually get to go into the garage and get myself set up on the rower. I decide to go for a 45 minute session as the day has moved on. I am in a full track suit to keep warm and I soon regret that decision. It is hard work and when I get to the 30 minute mark I am well behind my standard and feeling very tired. I try to push on and slowly I recover time and distance and by the time I get to the last 5 minutes I can see I might have a chance of making 9 kilometres. With one last push I make my goal, dripping sweat and knackered. Go me, this is the graft no one sees that earns me a better quality of life than those who cannot make this effort. Whatever it is in me that gets me to do this it is a strength.

I record my session in my journal and rest for a bit before going into the garden and closing up the cold frame lids. The tiler calls and we arrange for him to come tomorrow to start the preparation for the office floor. I get out of my training kit and then settle down to watch football on TV, eat tea and eventually watch the final of The Great British Bake Off, then back to the football. With TV over I take my meds, finish the blog and put the bins out. I go to bed knowing I have to be up to let “Bob” the tiler in to get on with the work. I’ve two more days before my next bloods which means I need to drink a lot of water so a new bottle of water goes to bed with me tonight.